Jon was quiet for a while, and I snuggled into his chest. Like I said, he's kinda chunky, but not in the worst way. He's snuggly and broad, worth hugging for sure, though I worried about his health a lot. He was an art kid, he loved to draw, but it made him sedentary.
"Python?" He asked eventually, finally breaking the silence. Of course that's what he latched onto there.
"Mhmm. Big ol trouser snake. A heckin' honkin' c**k. Just a 'holy dongus, Batman' situation going on down there." I blushed, but it was dark and my face was pressed into his shoulder. His d**k saved my life, or saved me from harm, so I didn't mind inflating his ego about it.
Jon laughed, and it made me feel a little better. Like there was hope for our relationship, despite me slapping him in the face like a complete b*
