Me:Possibly the most attractive person I’ve ever seen.
After I pushed send, I worried about being so honest and vulnerable. Hopefully he wouldn’t think me being attracted to him translated into me liking him.
Slate:Wow. He must be extremely good-looking.
Me:Did I mention that he knows he’s good-looking?
Slate:There is nothing wrong with a confident guy. Confidence is sexy.
Me:I feel like I’ve had this conversation already tonight.
Slate:Lol
Slate:Did this guy’s kiss live up to your expectations?
Me:Aren’t you presumptuous—thinking I even had any expectations.
I had one-hundred-percent thought about kissing him, but I didn’t want to play into his ego any more than I already was. He didn’t need to know I’d thought about kissing him way too much.
Slate:Maybe it was just me, then, who’d thought about what it would be like to kiss you.
I lay back down in my bed, turning on my side, heat spreading through my body at his text.
Me:He exceeded my expectations.
Slate:So you had thought about it.
Me:Once or twice.
Slate:I definitely thought about it more than once or twice.
Me:Really?
I had a hard time thinking Slate would be looking forward to kissing me so much.
Slate:Don’t sound surprised. I’m just as attracted to you as you are to me. Seeing you wearing my jersey might be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
My heart picked up speed, his words doing funny things to my body. They were only words, but they had a seductive and alluring tone to them.
But we were friends.Friends. This was all attraction and lust. I needed to get a grip on my desires and remind both of us that we were forever friends—and friends only. The kiss had made the logical part of my brain fuzzy, but I’d have to be stronger since there would be plenty more kisses with Slate in my future.
I ignored the excited buzz that thought sent through me.
Me:I’m glad we are good enough friends to talk about this, and that we know there isn’t more to the relationship.
Slate:Right. Friends. Two sexy friends.
I chuckled.
Me:Lol. Wearetwo sexy friends.
I didn’t want to stop texting him, but I was afraid things might progress into sexting territory, and I didn’t want to cross that line. I’d actually never sexted before, but I was sure it would change our relationship, and I didn’t want to mess anything up between us. I still believed he and I could go back to being regular friends once this was all over.
Me:We should probably call it a night.
Slate:Good night, my sexy friend.
I couldn’t help smiling as I read his text. Slate thought I was sexy. Even if we were just friends, the thought of him finding me attractive made me feel good.
