Me: Please don’t send me that emoji. Are you going to tell me or what?
Sylas: Come meet me
That kills everything inside me. It’s eleven p.m. The last thing I want to do is go out. It’s brutally cold outside.
Me: NO! I just got out of work and I’m exhausted. Tell me now or I’m blocking you
Sylas: Come meet me. I promise it’ll be worth it
Me: Nothing is worth going out at this time of day. Especially to see you
Sylas: You’re breaking my heart, meu bem
Me: That sounds like a personal problem. I’d have to have it to do that. And what does that mean?
Sylas: Now you have it. It means my dear
Oh God, my heart. Stay still, calm down, I tell it.
Me: You’re so lame. Please don’t tell me this is how you flirt?
Sylas: I’m not flirting
Me: Then what do you call this lame attempt at whatever it is you’re doing?
Sylas: My attempt at getting you to smile. Did it work?
My lips could be touching my ears from how big I’m smiling. I’m fucked.
Me: No. I’m not easily impressed
Sylas: But easily convinced. Easily…
Me: Easily what?
Sylas: Oops. Meant to say easy* At least you were that night, right? Be easy for me. Come meet me. Please, meu bem
I should block him, but instead my body has the audacity toeasilyreact to that. My core tightens as do my nipples and a throb grows between my thighs.
Me: No. You come to me
Sylas: I can do that
My fingers hover above the keyboard.
Me: You can? You’ll come?
Sylas: I’m here. Open the door
My gaze jumps to the front door then down to the towel wrapped around my body and the trail of puddles I left.
Me: Have you been here this entire time?
Sylas: A few minutes now. You really think I’d make you come to me? What kind of asshole do you think I am?
I’m stuck in a stupor. I don’t immediately reply until a few knocks on my door echo around my apartment. “Hi, Anna,” I hear on the other side.
My pulse quickens, but my body freezes in place. I glance down at the towel then the puddles again.
