There were few versions of her that could be called braggadocious, as much as she loved to tease him about their history that he didn't know about (seeing as it was the main one she teased him about it was probably because it was the one she wanted to think about the least, thinking if she joked about it then it would be easier to look directly at it in her own mind but wasn't that fucked up - ) she really wasn't the type to flaunt her partners. But this one? Yeah, definitely happening, I definitely did. I still have his number. He can talk for hours.
Oh. That was an image she wasn't sure if she wanted. I'm more of a hot wax person, myself.
Hm. Yeah, he was right, she was probably worried for nothing. Maybe he was just bored with the pickings in their little town. Fireworks lit up the sky and she rolled her eyes. A little late, wasn't it? But they were pretty anyway. How foolish of me. Amazing what you get away with.
The reminder of the relative quiet of Summeriew, compared to the other places she had lived, and the cities she had encountered him in made a question pop into her head. Before she could talk herself out of it she sent it, Did you move here for stability?