If you knew everything I imagine when you text me… you’d already be here, losing control with me
Don’t behave tonight—okay, maybe try acting a little different with me. I’m the one thinking about what you’re gonna do when you reach out, and yeah, the vibe you bring through your texts actually matters.
Anyway, Fort Myers is where this goes down, and the whole thing starts with you texting me… and then it turns into that “dangerous side” thing you teased. Which, okay, I can’t pretend I’m not curious about how you’re gonna handle it—because I’ve got thoughts, and they don’t exactly behave either.
Text me, and keep it going—like, right there in the moment. I check the messages pretty closely, and when you finally send that text, it’s usually faster than you expect—still, don’t act like you didn’t mean it. Cool.
If you knew everything… you’d already be here, and we’d be done talking about it—losing control, like I said.
