Carrie

“Don’t think about his balls, Adelaide. Don’t think about his… Dammit, now I’m thinking about them. “I can’t believe it,” Sexy continued, his voice rising a few octaves as he attempted to adopt a Valley girl accent. I pitched my voice in a similar fashion to his. “I know, right? I brought, like, eight. One for dipping my toes in…” “One for sitting at the pool in,” he continued, fighting a grin. “One for going waist deep. Only waist deep. And of course, I have one entirely made of satin.” I dramatically flipped my hair over my shoulder to emphasize my point. He looked at me in mock horror. “Only one?” “I mean, you wouldn’t understand. I have, like, hobbies and interests and stuff.”
― Katie May, The Darkness We Crave