“Oh, I know. You can send him a dirty text.” “Yes.” Lottie slaps the armrest of the sofa. “A dirty text. That’s perfect. You can hide behind the keyboard so you don’t have to face the initial awkwardness, but you can also control the conversation.” “That is a great idea,” Kelsey chimes in. “What should it say? Something that will really grab his attention. Like . . . I like your penis.” Lottie rolls her eyes. “Excuse my sister. She’s not that good at dirty talk.”
