“Is that my text?” I asked. “Why is my name the pizza emoji in your phone?” He laughed, and so help me god, his smile was incredible, high or not. “Pizza. Nine inches. Deep dick . . . I mean, deep pan.” I scoffed out a laugh. “What the . . . ?” He laughed and he was heavy against me. “’S funny.” I mean it kinda was. I chuckled, stunned. “You need to go to bed. I can assure you there will be no nine-inch-deep dicking tonight.”
