Me: I love to kiss, just haven’t found someone who brings me to my knees with a kiss. It’s always too sloppy or too neat. I don’t even try to kiss anymore, why be disappointed?
Kayden: Ahh… Maybe you’re the problem. Maybe you’re a bad kisser.
My mouth hung open. How dare he think I’m the problem? I typed faster, my anger at his statement making my fingers fly across the tiny screen keyboard.
Me: WTF. No! I’m a damn good kisser, or at least I used to be.
Kayden: I don’t know about that. There has to be some reason behind it. I could tell you…if you’re good or not.
The thought of kissing Kayden sent tingles throughout my body.Do. Not. Geek. Out.My fingers shook as I typed my reply.
Me: Oh, you’re the authority?
Kayden: I’ve never had any complaints, and I’m just offering to help you out.
Me: You’re so full of shit.
Kayden: The offer stands, Sophia. When you want me to give you my honest opinion, all you have to do is call me. My number is…
I quickly added his number to my contacts, not wanting to take any chance of losing it. He didn’t ask for mine, but if he would’ve asked, I would’ve given it to him.
I don’t know what it was about him that had me adding him to my contacts. Maybe someday I’d grow a pair of balls or get so bored, I’d take him up on his offer.
* * *
All-consuming.
It was the only phrase that accurately described my thoughts over the last three weeks. Kayden had taken up my every thought, my dreams, and my fantasies. I hadn’t spent as much time with Gary since I started chatting with Kayden. My conversations, although I’d never heard his voice, were far more interesting than anything Gary had ever said or done.
Kayden: I want to hear your voice, Sophia. Can we talk instead? It’s just hard for me to type right now.
My heart raced as my fingers hovered over the keys.
That would take whatever this was to an entirely new level. I wouldn’t be able to hide my shock or laughter like I could via text. I gnawed on my jagged nail.Did I want to talk to him?
God, it would be such a letdown if his voice was like a squeak toy or he sounded like Kermit the Frog. The fantasy of the man behind they keyboard was probably way sexier than the reality.
Kayden: You still there?
Me: Yeah. Sorry. I got distracted there for a minute.
Kayden: Call me, then. I don’t have your number, woman.
I stared at my phone and tried to slow my breathing to regain my composure. I hit send and closed my eyes.
“Hello.” His voice was smooth and deep, almost a purr in my ear.
“Hi.” Even though I tried to keep my voice even, it cracked.
“It’s nice to finally put a voice to the words.”
I paced around the room, needing to find something to do to get my mind off the fact that I was talking to him. Kayden, colorful Kayden, hot Kayden.
What the fuck was I doing? Breathe.
“I thought about not calling you,” I admitted.
“Why?”
