The next text comes immediately.
You’re welcome
And my phone has been locked with notifications blocked ever since an unfortunate incident when Frankie was two
are you asking me to send you unrestricted nudes
Begging
This goes straight to my nipples.
But also maybe a warning before you ever do. Just in case
Incoming
I set the camera timer for ten seconds, prop the phone on its pop socket, and lift up my shirt. I pick three tomatoes off the vine, put one in my mouth and wrap my lips around it, and hold two up in front of my nipples. I hit send.
Wow
wow???? That’s all you got?
I don’t think I’ve ever sexted before. The last time I dated may have been pre-cellphone.
ok you’re not that old
Well I certainly haven’t received a nude in a very long time. Can I save this? You look gorgeous.
I roll my eyes.
make a secret album on your phone for all the photos you’re going to get from me
Done
Okay, this is getting weird. Frankie has been trying to drag me to the grocery for the last ten minutes. I’ll call you after I put her down later.
I grin.
I pick a handful of tomatoes and go back downstairs to my apartment so I can put on someBridgertonbefore dinner time.
* * *
Dom calls when I’m washing up the last of the dishes. My mother tries to shove me out the front door, but I turn around and head straight for the couch in her apartment instead. I kick my feet up.
“You know you have an entire home only one flight of stairs up?”
I shoo her away. “Hey, stud,” I say into the phone.
Mai goes still and narrows her eyes at me.
I shrug back at her.
“Hi, Lina.” I hear a smile in his voice, and it’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket.
“How was your ride back?”
“Totally fine. We listened to our R&B playlist the entire way,” he says. “Did you know that Erykah Badu is a certified doula?”
“…No?”
