I pause, tapping my finger along the side of my phone as I contemplate what I really want, but who am I kidding?Of course,I want to see him.
Me:
Yes.
Cedrick:
Say please
Me:
Pretty please.
Cedrick:
Oh I got a pretty too lucky me
And then, a photo comes through, and the breath escapes my lungs because…holy shit… it’s…
It’s him.
It’s Cedrick.
Barefaced and deadpan, staring straight at me, through me,into me.Just like he did that night but this time, through a photo.
God, it’s unreal how he does that.
His eyes are the darkest green I’ve ever seen. I shiver as goosebumps burn their way down my spine.
His face is chiseled with a dusting of stubble, and dark hair hangs across his forehead in spiky tendrils. His ears are stretched, and he has pointy silver jewelry in his lips and nose, just like I remember feeling when he was?—
I suck in a sharp breath at the memory of his mouth on me. So hungry and demanding and knowing.
He already knows me better than I know myself, and if that’s not crazy, I don’t know what is.
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. I can’t tear my eyes away from Cedrick.
He’s… well, he’s beautiful.
How he can go from a terrifying clown to this handsome man is absolutely crazy, but… he does.
Cedrick:
Did I scare you off
You hate my face dont you
Fuck
I find his panic so endearing, it makes me grin from ear to ear. This side of Cedrick is unlike anything I ever imagined, but it’s… it’s sweet.
Me:
Your face is handsome. Thank you for showing me.
Cedrick:
Handsome huh? Never been called that before
