Jesus Christ, Luna. Will sighed and let out a controlled breath, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling to try and shake that off. He found himself saving that sound file to his phone. Just to have. Because she read it so well.
Do you have a thing about libraries? I never would have guessed
-he messaged back, wondering if he knew any good ones. Luna had been his primary librarian lately, and the stack of old books at the Parsonage.
He adjusted himself a little awkwardly, trying not to touch himself too much because that was crossing a line. Right?
When are you done on this gig? Can we hang out? I do not feel like sleeping.