Not the name I wanna see after reading a particularly good good-girl scene.Doesn’tmatter, you’re not having a shower repeat, I tell myself as my phone vibrates with another text.
Ian:
I got your number from Lacey. Hope that’s okay.
Me:
Hi, yeah, that’s fine.
Ian:
Okay, cool. So whatcha up to?
Giggling as if this is the first time I’ve ever gotten a text from a boy, I take a picture of my kindle and glass of wine and send it to him.
My phone beeps with another text—a picture of his feet up on his coffee table, beer in hand, and something on the TV.
Before I can respond, he sends another text.
Ian:
I think I can help you out with your list.
Me:
Can you now?
Ian:
Well as you’ve probably noticed, I have more than one tattoo.
Me:
That is true.
Ian:
What kind of tattoo do you want? I can get in touch with my artist and ask if it’s something they can do.
Me:
Don’t laugh, it’s pretty girly.
I open my photo app to send him a few of the ideas I like.
Ian:
Flowers aren’t girly.
He sends a photo of his chest, which has a flower design on the right peck.
Dear lord. This guy puts Dash Hunter and Rhys Larsen to shame. I’ve seen him without a shirt before at the cabin, but Ididn’t let myself stare, well not too much, but now all bets are off.
Before I can form a cohesive response to his text, he sends me another one. Looking at the time stamp, I notice I’ve been staring for four minutes.Four minutes, I think to myself as I feel myself turning red. This guy has me blushing more than I have ever blushed in my entire life. Shaking my head, I opened his last text.
Ian:
Where were you thinking of getting it?
