I like playing with dialogue

“Does this dress make me look…?” she asks, lifting her arms up and out from her hips.




“You said I look like a penguin!”

“No! Your arms. You lifted them up like wings. Or flippers.”

“I can’t believe this.”


“Worst boyfriend.”


“How long have you felt this way?”

“Babe… you are the most attractive woman I’ve ever even heard of. Your hair is shiny and gorgeous. Your eyes melt me. Your lips… Oh God, your lips. So amazingly soft. You have the face of a beautiful girl next door, and the body of my fantasies. Before the first time we had sex, I prematurely… you know. Granted it was a week before… I think about you always. I want you even more often than that. Just looking at you makes my day better. You are soft and sexy and lovely and perfect. Every night before I go to sleep, I have a moment of dread where I worry that this has all been a dream, and that I’ll wake up and you won’t really be mine.”





“Does my hair look…?” she asks, moving her hands diagonally down from her head while wiggling her fingers.

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