Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Finally, the dots pop back up.
Turner: I did. I was curious.
Me: Curious about what?
Turner: About whether or not you swiped on ME.
I blush from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, an ooey gooey feeling.
Me: Well, now you know.
Turner: Now I know.
eighteen
. . .
Turner: If I was a random match, what’s the first thing you would say to me right now?
Poppy: I would ask you a random WOULD YOU RATHER Question. Like: Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?
Turner: That’s the most horrific scenario I’ve ever heard of in my life. Ducks are already terrifying. Imagine one the size of a horse.
Poppy: I am so sorry I asked. LOL. You’re right, that’s a horrific scenario. It’s the first thing that came to my mind.
Turner: That’s also a terrifying thought LOL.
Poppy: I can hear you laughing.
Turner: Oh—you can? These walls aren’t very thick, are they?
Poppy: No they are not.
Poppy: Okay, next question—if I was a random match, what’s the first thing you would say to ME right now?
Turner: I would ask something like, “What about my bio made you swipe on me?”
Poppy: Oh—that’s a good one. I would say…You look like a nice guy, from your pictures. And I like the part in your bio that says you know how to do laundry.
Turner: Is that a turn on?
Poppy: We talked about this already. Yes it is.
Turner: But we’re strangers, remember?
Poppy: Yeah, that’s right. We are. Ha.
Poppy: Now I want to know what your worst habit is…
Turner: Oh, we’re getting real now. You ready for that?
Poppy: Depends. You ready to be honest?
Turner: My worst habit is…I don’t know. I guess I’m not great at being direct. I tend to avoid confrontation.
Poppy: The good kind of confrontation, or the bad kind?
Turner: Both?
Poppy: So you’ve never gotten into a fight on the ice?
Turner: I didn’t say that LOL
Turner: I’ve definitely thrown my fair share of punches. I’m talking about…calling Cash out on his bullshit, for example. I could do better telling him to his face to shut the fuck up sometimes when he’s running his mouth.
Poppy: In your defense, that would turn into your full-time job.
Turner: Touché.
Poppy: What about being direct? What did you mean by THAT?
Turner: I… I’d rather not get into that.
Poppy: Why?
Turner: Because. You’re my roommate. I don’t want shit to go south.
Poppy: And what do you mean by THAT?!
Turner: I mean. If I was direct, I would tell you I had fun spending time with you today, and I want to do it again. And if I was being direct, I would tell you… I liked falling asleep with you last night. And I dreamt about you.
Poppy: You dreamt about me???
Turner: Yes.
Poppy: …
Poppy: AND????
Turner: I’m NOT giving you details.
Poppy: Why? Was it a dirty dream?
Turner: …
Turner: Maybe.
Poppy: Maybe? That’s not an answer.
Turner: Fine. Yes.
Poppy: How dirty?
Turner: Poppy…
Poppy: Oh, come on. You can’t just drop that and not give me anything.
Turner: Yes I can.
Turner: Let’s just say… you weren’t wearing much.
Poppy: Oh? And what were YOU doing?
Turner: I was touching you.
Poppy: Is that so…
Poppy: Where?
Turner: Everywhere.
Poppy: Well that’s interesting. Wanna hear a confession: I had a dream about you last night, too.
Turner: What kind of dream?
Poppy: A dirty one.
Turner: Knock it off.
Poppy: I’m serious. Probably way dirtier than yours.
Turner: Why, what were we doing in your dream?
Poppy: Getting naked.
Turner: I’m listening….
Poppy: LOL
Turner: Be specific…
Poppy: You’re my roommate. I don’t want to make it weird.
Turner: I’m not your roommate. I’m a stranger you matched with on a dating app.
Poppy: Okay… stranger. You were on top of me.
Turner: Where?
Poppy: My bed, your bed—a bed. Doesn’t matter which.
Turner: And?
Poppy: And you were kissing me. Rough.
Turner: Is that how you like it? Rough?
Poppy: Sometimes. It depends on the mood, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, so I’m only basing this on assumptions LOL.
Turner: Same.
Poppy: You liar.
Turner: Lying about the fact I haven’t had sex in a long time? I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been. A year? Maybe longer.
Poppy: SHUT UP.
Turner: My mouth to god’s ears…
Poppy: I think you’re full of shit.
Turner: Why??
Poppy: Because no one who looks like you IS NOT having sex.
Turner: Honestly? I can’t get hard if I don’t find someone intellectually stimulating.
Poppy: …
Poppy: I’m speechless.
Turner: For once in your life??
Poppy: Oh—you’re so funny ;) Anyway. Back to my dream…you couldn’t get enough of me.
Poppy: Hands everywhere. Mouth everywhere. My shirt was gone.
Turner: And what was I doing to you in this dream?
Poppy: Playing with my boobs.
Turner: I mean—you do have great tits…
Poppy: Thank you for noticing.
Turner: How could I forget? When I close my eyes at night all I can think about is how fucking incredible you looked standing in my goddamn kitchen mostly naked.
Poppy: I…
Poppy: I’m so sorry about that.
Turner: Don’t apologize. Those visuals fuel my dreams LOL