Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

Sorry, I’ve been obsessing over your girlfriend for months, blew my shot because, in the fog of pulling an all-nighter, I missed one fucking number, and now I’ll never have her.

And for what it’s worth, when doomsday hits, he’s not invited to my bunker. But you are.”

“You can’t leave. You love it here. Our trivia team would be fucked without you. And I’d miss your big titties.” Her gaze drops to my chest, where my breasts are indeed pressed against my thin black sweater. She sighs wistfully. “You sure there’s no way to share just a little of all that with me?”

Except I just told your ex to come watch me next time I jerk off, so anytime except right now?

And after a long, cold winter, there’s nothing better. Well, except sex in an airplane with Bash.