You twat, you already know the solution. Yes, you'd reply.
Since relocating to the United States, I've had sex with a fair number of ladies, but recently I've been having trouble recalling specifics. Every sexual memory brought Sara into my mind. She was both wild and gentle. She kept so much of herself hidden, yet she still let me do everything I wanted. I had never encountered a lady who struck me as alternately open and secretive.
"Mate, I met a woman."
Will moved the takeaway container across the desk while shoving his chopsticks back inside. You're going to discuss it now, then?
"Oi. Maybe."
You have been seeing her for a long, right?
Few weeks, indeed.
The question "Just her?"
I blinked. She is a freaking amazing lay, which is fortunate given that she made it clear she doesn't want me to have sex with other women.
Will gave me an angry look. I disregarded it.
