Page 125 of Revenge Puck
Aaron: He said that?? To your FACE?
Juliette: He did. And it made me feel like shit, and now I’m crying. UGH!!! Blah, I hate this. I need you to make me feel better.
Three dots come and go.
Aaron: A night of cuddles after the game is what the doctor ordered.
I smile again, pleased, the warm fuzzies settling into my gut, replacing the icky feelings my brother had given me.
Juliette: Is that your official diagnosis, Doctor Bishop?
Aaron: I’m writing a prescription of that thing I do with my tongue…
Heat floods my face so fast I have to stop walking.
Aaron: I’ll be remembering your moans tonight when I’m slamming someone into the boards.
I exhale slowly, pulse racing when another text comes through.
Juliette: I was mad enough to cry in public five minutes ago.
Aaron: And now?
I hesitate.
Juliette: Now I’m thinking about your giant hands.
Aaron: Which part of your body do you want them on tonight when I see you?
Juliette: All over
Aaron: Nope. You have to be specific
Juliette: My boobs.
Aaron: Love those
Aaron: Where else?
Juliette: Between my thighs…
Aaron: What about my mouth?
Juliette: Don’t start.
Aaron: Do you know how much I love it that you’re so prissy on the outside—and yet I’ve had you on top, fucking me, that dirty little mouth of yours…
Juliette: I do NOT have a dirty mouth.
Aaron: No, but sometimes I wish you did LOL
How do I interpret that?
Juliette: What does that mean?
Aaron: Nothing, babe ;)
Juliette: Does that entail my mouth SAYING dirty things, or DOING dirty things?
