Finally, her fingers moved without her permission. And before she could talk herself out of it, she hit send.
I keep thinking about what you said earlier. About my mouth.
…I think you’d like what it’s been thinking about too.
Three dots appeared on the screen almost instantly.
Her breath caught.
She threw her phone across the couch and buried her face in her hands.
What did I just do?!
But her heart was racing in the best way.
Because this time?
She didn’t want to back off.
Then her phone dinged. And dinged. And dinged.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She lunged forward and snatched the phone up.
Babe.
You have no idea what you just did to me.
I’ve been thinking about that mouth since I got in the car last night.
She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the squeal.
Another ding.
Tell me what it’s been thinking about. Or better yet… show me soon?
She barely had time to read it before another message popped up.
And just so we’re clear— If “wall things” are now a category… I’m gonna need them on the regular. Like Tuesdays, Thursdays, and every day ending in Y.
Her hands flew to her face again, and she groaned into her palms, grinning like an idiot.
“Gawd, Dylan,” she whispered, rolling onto her side and curling around the phone like it was a warm body. He was teasing her. Of course he was. But he liked it. Her wording, her honesty, her shyness and want tangled up together.
He liked her.
Ding.
Also, I think I left a handprint on that wall. Pretty sure we owe that building an apology.
Ali buried her face in the pillow and let out a breathless laugh.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
My mouth’s definitely been thinking about “wall things.” But maybe… with a different wall next time? One that doesn’t require public apologies?
She didn’t send it.
Not yet.
