Ev
Thanks
Santos
But, Ever?
Ev
Yeah?
Santos
You’re perfect as you are, okay? And ten times braver than all the men I know
I’m proud of you
Ev
Don’t make me cry
It’s not fair
Santos
Love you, babes
Ev
How is that not going to make me cry????????
Santos
SEVENTEEN
ev
“Thank fuck I caught you.”
“Caught you?” I hissed. “Is that what you call sweeping me off like I’m a rag doll?”
“I thought you liked being treated like you’re a rag doll,” he teased.
I blinked. Since when did Santos tease like that? And since when did he laugh at me when I was clearly struggling?
“What are you doing?”
I wasn’t dramatic enough to add an and what have you done to my friend, but it was a close thing.
“I had an idea while in the car.”
“Okay?”
“I want you to wear a plug.”
“Uh…”
Seriously, what had gotten over him? Since the day at the beach, it felt like he’d allowed himself to be touchier again, and I was not complaining every time that had me crowded against a wall or with way more hickeys than I’d had in a lifetime. But this felt like a step. A big one.