Page 80 of Only After We Met
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: [No subject]
So what? I can be jealous.
From: Ginger Davies
To: Rhys Baker
Subject: RE: [No subject]
Okay, I’m guessing you got home drunk a few hours ago after having fun with your friends (and banging some chick), and now you’ve opened one last beer and turned on your computer. Probably you thought it would be fun to mess with me because I’m the type of girl who blushes when she says the wordfuck. Let’s not talk about that stuff. I’m over the attitude, Rhys. I’m writing you less because I’m busy with James, my exams, and my final project. But don’t pretend I’ve abandoned you.
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: RE: RE: [No subject]
Yeah, I got home drunk. Yeah, I banged Tracy in the bathroom at the bar. Yeah, I cracked open a beer when I got here. Am I that predictable, Ginger? I wasn’t trying to tease you though. I think we usually understand each other through email. I guess you thought I was making fun of you for sleeping with James, but for me, it was just a remark. We’ll work it out.
I understand you’re busy…
But tell me, Ginger, what other words make you blush? Don’t leave me hanging. I’ve been wondering since yesterday.
From: Ginger Davies
To: Rhys Baker
Subject: RE: RE: RE: [No subject]
You’re not predictable; it’s just that I know you better than you think. And I get your jokes. They’re just not funny.
Stop trying to get on my nerves.
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: [No subject]
Come on, fess up.
From: Ginger Davies
To: Rhys Baker
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: [No subject]
What do you want me to say? Yes, there are words and expressions that make me uncomfortable. So what? I don’t know what they are when you put me on the spot; it’s not like they’re something I think about. Can we change the subject?
From: Rhys Baker
To: Ginger Davies
Subject: Assumptions
So I’m supposed to believe neither Dean nor James is the kind of guy to whisper dirty talk in your ear in bed. Weird. I have the feeling that’s exactly what you’d like. That it would turn you on. Obviously you won’t admit it.