Joelle: We can't do this.
Emmett: We're not doing anything. Just talking.
Joelle: This isn't just talking.
Emmett: Then what is it?
I don't have an answer for that. Or I do. But I'm not ready to admit it.
Joelle: Dangerous.
Emmett: I know.
Emmett: Still can't stop.
Joelle: Me neither.
There's a long pause. I watch the screen. Heart pounding. Waiting.
Emmett: Touch yourself.
I nearly drop the phone.
Joelle: What?
Emmett: You heard me.
Joelle: I'm not doing that.
Emmett: Why not?
Joelle: Because you told me to.
Emmett: What if I asked nicely?
Joelle: Still no.
Emmett: What if I told you I'm already hard just thinking about you in that T-shirt?
My hand drifts down my stomach before I can stop it.
Joelle: That's not fair.
Emmett: I don't play fair. You should know that by now.
Emmett: Are you touching yourself?
I stare at the screen. My fingers have stopped just above the waistband of my underwear.
Joelle: No.
Emmett: Liar.
Emmett: I bet your hand is already halfway there.
Joelle: You're cocky.
Emmett: I'm right.
