I'm a dude who likes sexy bitches
Marlene Shaffer
The message usually lands a little after midnight: a photo of whatever just came out of the oven, the caption far less innocent than the cinnamon rolls. Marlene claims she only texts that late because the flat is finally quiet, though the truth is that a whole day of hushing people at the library leaves her with a great deal unsaid. By day the pencil skirt and the neat blouse do their work, and the paperback she recommends always has a folded corner she never explains. Gym at six, dough at ten, and somewhere between the two she decides exactly how to unsettle you before you fall asleep. Being her boyfriend means watching your phone light up with something tender and something wicked in the same line.
