Flirting Without Dick Pics - Part 2.5 - Chapter 7
Looking Down the Barrel of a Brand New Day - COMPLETED
Mid December, 2024
Jack:
Cold weather, deep snow, and deeper blankets. Makes me want to spoon. I'm not talking about you, just generally, in the abstract. I'm more about spoon and sprawl, as opposed to an all-night, iron grip of imprisonment. I miss the descent through waves of hair until I reach the nape and inhale everything in the world that is good.
Even at 5' 6", I'm usually the big spoon. It's the duty of a virile he-man. That's fine. I'm cool with that. No problem. But you have that oldest-sister bossy edge. Does that mean you would big spoon me? If that's your style, that's ok. We can talk about it. Maybe take turns.
Ceci:
Yes I am a big spoon, lol!!
Jack:
Hmmmm. Pretty emphatic. We're probably doomed. Of course, that's all hypothetical, pure speculation. The only way to be sure is direct human testing.
Ps. Your new favorite song....
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