The bluntness of the question steals my breath. I should lie. Ending this conversation like a responsible adult is the only reasonable thing to do. I type my answer anyway.
Yoga4Lyfe
Yes.
StatMan12
Touch yourself. Tell me what it feels like.
My hand slides down my stomach before I can think about it. I'm already wet, have been since this conversation started. My fingers slip between my legs, exploring my slit, and I gasp.
Yoga4Lyfe
It feels good.
StatMan12
Tell me what you'rethinking about.
Yoga4Lyfe
Your hands. Your mouth. You taking control and making me beg.
StatMan12
I'd make you beg so prettily. I'd make you say please until your voice broke.
My fingers move faster. I'm close already, wound too tight from a day of watching Silas move through the gym, from the tension crackling between us in this apartment, from weeks of wanting things I'm too scared to ask for.
Yoga4Lyfe
I'm close.
StatMan12
Come for me. Right now.
The command pushes me over the edge. Lightning strikes, shattering me into dust. I bite down on my fist to muffle the sound, body arching off the bed. It takes a full minute for my vision to clear, for my breathing to even out.
Yoga4Lyfe
That was...
StatMan12
That was just the beginning.
I lie there in the dark, phone still clutched in my hand, body still buzzing. I just had texting sex with a stranger. Someone I've never met. Someone who could be anyone.
Enzo's poison feels far away. The sting of Silas's rejection doesn't hurt quite as much.
Best of all, I feel alive in a way I haven't felt in years.
Chapter Ten
Silas
Idon't like bars. Paying to yell over music while your friends get hammered isn't my idea of a good time. But when Scout came out of her room in a pink dress and said she was heading to the Secret History, I followed.
