A grin stretches across my face. I snap a picture of myself, capturing the tops of my breasts and some of my ass in the mirror. I hit send.
Grant
#&@$!
Grant
You don’t play fair.
Me
That’s funny. I just learned the word for that. The string of characters in place of a curse word, that is. It’s called a grawlix.
Grant
Is this nerdy sexting?
Me
Sure. You got one for me?
Grant
Something something studying anatomy together
Grant
it needs work
Me
Aww, did you try to make a joke?
Grant
I am capable.
Grant
When can I see you again?
Me
Tomorrow, at work
Grant
You know what I mean.
Me
Tomorrow, at work
Grant
Fine. Go shower, you minx.
I lay the phone face down on the counter, smiling like an idiot. Do I like Grant now? Is that what’s happening?Because this feels monumental, and definitely like something I should talk to a therapist about. I thought I was giving him hell, and now I’m mooning over him like a teenager with a crush. Does it take so little to impress me?
