Make Me Yours
“Some of these guys get really creative in staging their dick pics, but even those have just left me kind of going…meh, okay? It’s a dick. Yay or something.”
“Even the ones you’ve decided to talk to?” Kim frowned this time, her chocolate-colored eyes troubled.
“Yeah, even them. I’m just not a fan of dick pics, maybe.” I shrugged, it didn’t really matter, but I did make a note about it. It would be an interesting poll on my personal page, at least.
“You’re weird.” Cheryl said but softened it with a smile and a shoulder nudge.
“I know. But you love me anyway.” A wide grin and a wink made her laugh.