Page 61 of Hallows End
“I couldn’t possibly guess.”
“No dick pics.”
I blink at her. “Pardon?”
“Dick pics.” She sets her phone on the countertop. “They’resoannoying. But you don’t send them.”
“I’m afraid to ask, but what is that, exactly?”
Her eyes dance as she drags her fingertip down the front of my shirt. “It’s when a man takes a photo of his fully erect penis and sends it to a woman via text as sort of an…invitation.”
“An invitation for what?”
Her lips twitch. “For sex, Jonas.”
“I admit, I’m out of the loop a bit when it comes to modern relationships. We didn’tdateback in the day, but I have to ask.”
“Ask whatever you like. I’m enjoying this immensely.” She settles more squarely in my lap, rests her elbow on my shoulder, and plops her chin in her hand. “I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“Do women actuallyenjoyreceiving those photos?”
“Oh, not at all.”
I blink at her. “Then why, pray tell, do men send them?”
She purses her lips in thought. “Well, I’m not a man, so I can only guess, but Ithinkthe thought process is that the man with the dick in question thinks it’s so impressive that if he snaps a photo of it and sends it to the person he wouldliketo bed, that the receiver will be so overcome with lust and desire that the sex is a done deal at that point.”
“And despite not liking the photos, does it work?”
“I can only speak for me, but no. Absolutely not.”
“And how many of these have you received?”
Her lips twitch. “Admittedly, only one. In college.”
“What happened to the days of courting a woman? Showing her affection and having a conversation?”
“Well, I think that still happens sometimes. But so do the dick pics.”
“Interesting.” I kiss her nose. “I don’t think I’d be one for doing that.”
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she cuddles closer, igniting the fire inside me that never goes out when it comes to Luciana.
“I don’t think you would, either. I do, however, have an idea.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
She presses her lips to my cheek and then my lips. “Perhaps we should go take one of my good-smelling baths so I can see your…dick…in real life rather than in a photo. I suspect that would workverywell on me.”
“Well, then.” I lift her out of the chair and immediately set off for the stairs that lead to her private bathroom. “Let’s see what we can do.”
“Breena should be here any minute,” Lucy announces as she hurries down the steps and into her shop, fastening a pair of earrings.
All I can do is stare at her.
“What? Did my makeup smear again? I don’t usually wear it, but Breena wants to try out her new camera, and—”
She breaks off as I step to her, frame her face in my hands, and simply devour her mouth.