--==Mitchell’s POV==--
After locking the sliding door, I made my way to the bedroom, still dripping and dumped my wet shirt in the hamper in the bathroom. Then I got a big towel and dried off and sat on the bed.
In the meantime, Tomás had sent three more messages.
[Hello?]
[You still there?]
[I’ve offended you. I’m sorry. Me and my potty mouth, always talking before thinking.] followed by a sad emoji with a tear.
<I’m not offended> I answered with a smiley face.
He makes up for it in the next chapter, I know that. But eww; you know, he makes me think of that Spanish guy, currently in the news. The soccer idiot? That kissed a female player on the mouth? Skin in front of his head like an elephant has at the knees, yikes.
Yes, that's where it's bad. He was not supposed to come off as such, at all. I dunno in what mindset I was at the time, this is over a decade or more ago that I wrote it.
I've always claimed to not want to rewrite this, but it's getting to the point that i might just have to, lol! Brrr...
--==Tom’s POV==--
Chuckling, I imagined Mitch sitting there on the edge of the pool, steam coming out of his ears, probably thinking that the water he’d just been in had once been sullied with horndog jizz from a couple of very randy boys. Which would actually be true; we had done some creative things in that pool, Kit and me. Ah, good memories.
I remember experimenting, in those days. Well, those and days from much longer ago.
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I was 13 when I woke up one night wit
--==Mitchell’s POV==--
When I arrived home, my mind was a jumble of thoughts, not in the least because while in the Uber, I looked up ‘third-date rule’.
I’d basically, and wholeheartedly, agreed to us having sex on a third date.
The moment I read the explanation on the screen of my phone and what it implied, the images that came in my mind were so vivid and real that my breath halted. Lord, I hadn’t had an erotic thought like that in years. Scratch that; downright pornographic.
Love Jonas, well written cutesy of an innocent boy, and no more than that, and well mannered. Leave him be or I'ma come after you. 😈
As for Robin; some parents should not ever have become that. Period. Too many crave children and can't have them; way too many have them, and shouldn't. Bah, ugh, brr, pfft! (well written, if you evoke such emotion)