I sigh. Sexting Christian might be…a bit much, right now? Right? I mean, the last time we kind of sexted, we were stupid twenty two year olds. He told me he was thinking about me at work and one thing led to another, next thing I knew he stormed into our apartment, carried me into our bedroom, and he kept all the promises he’d made.
“Okay fine,” I groan and reach for my phone on the coffee table. “He texted me a half hour ago.”
They both crowd over me where I sit, staring down at my phone.
Christian
I’m thinking about you
“He’s one step ahead of you,” Isabelle says.
I shoo them away, swatting my hand. “If I’m going to sext my boyfriend, I’m doing it alone. Go, go.”
Isabelle laughs. “Fine. We’ll be upstairs and laying out your outfit in the meantime.”
“Have fun!”
My best friends jog up stairs into my bedroom and are bound to wreak havoc in my closet. I sit here and sigh again, reading over his message. I type.
Lana
You’re thinking about me at the gym?
Christian
I’m always thinking about you
I left the gym a bit ago, I’m picking up some groceries. Do we need anything?
This is much better than sexting.
Lana
Milk and orange juice
Christian
Got it.
Lana
When are you coming home?
Christian
As soon as I’m done here
I think you miss me
Lana
I think you’re delusional
Christian
I think it’s cute when you do that
I twist around my lips and bite at the skin around my thumbnail. I haven’t had to think this hard about texting in so long. I never had to think when texting Christian, or talking to him. It was easy, and now I’m overthinking.
