Lunch

“Oh my god,” Emily texted me a bit ago, “lunch was like so weird.”

“Why,” I asked.

“It was like, idk, I was talking too fast, babbling, and acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. And I swear my panties are going to be damp now all fucking afternoon.”

Yea, and that made my cage fucking tight as hell. "Jesus, Em..."

"You better be sure, sure, Sara, cause I don't know if I can wait till tomorrow night!"