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Besides, she was a woman with a lot to be proud of: she was a business owner, someone who flossed daily, and she once used a meditation app for fourteen days straight.
Duncan got the parrot and strode back to her with it. He looked so powerful. Like an action hero at the end of a movie, leaving a site seconds before an explosion went off behind him. He even carried the five-foot stuffed toy over his shoulder as one might carry a well-worn leather jacket.
“There could be a live possum in there and you wouldn’t know,” Duncan said. “His name is Terrance.” “What?” Duncan asked. “The live possum in my refrigerator? His name is Terrance.”
“I want it. That pretty pussy of yours wants it. And when it happens, we’ll go slow and be as loud as we want.”
“How long have you been like this?”
“Since we started dancing.”
“Focus on the road,”
“Are you touching yourself?” Duncan asked. “Yeah,”
“But I think the biggest thing you taught me is I don’t want a love like yours.”
“Nah, day one started the moment you thought I was your date at that coffee shop.”
“And as my official, very real boyfriend you should know I’ll need one to two of your hoodies, your Netflix login information, and a ride until I get my car back. Oh, and food.”
