Ryot:Early morning. I didn’t want to wake you up.
Myla:I wouldn’t have minded.
Ryot:I would have. How are you feeling?
Myla:Sore. There is beard burn all over my inner thighs. I have hickeys all over my boobs, from what I can see, and I’m more than satisfied.
Ryot:Good, when you walk around today, you’ll remember who you belong to.
Myla:God, say more things like that.
Ryot:I woke up to a painted chest of your teeth marks.
Myla:Please tell me you took a picture for me.
Ryot:Only for you, a true thirst trap. [picture]
Myla:There are bruises all over you, and is that a scratch mark along your pecs?
Ryot:Sure is, and I fucking love it.
Myla:You realize we might have a problem, right? Because I felt a high last night I’ve never felt before. I believe I’ll be chasing it for the rest of my life.
Ryot:At least we’ll be chasing it together.
* * *
Myla:When is your game?
Ryot:Around six. I’m just hanging out in the locker room now.
Myla:Want a boob pic?
Ryot:Do you even have to ask?
Myla:[picture] Look what you claimed.
Ryot:Those tits, they’re mine. Fuck, they’re so beautiful.
Myla:Now your turn to send a dick pic.
Ryot:LOL! Yeah, not sure I can do that in the locker room. How about I sneak into your place later tonight, after the game?
Myla:I have a late shift, and I won’t be home until after midnight. I’m working the bar.
Ryot:Well . . . fuck. I leave for an away trip tomorrow.
Myla:Then I guess after my shift, I’m just going to have to come up to your place.
Ryot:It won’t be too late?
Myla:Never.
* * *
MYLA
“How was work?”Ryot asks me as his fingers tangle with mine while guiding me to his bedroom.