Next.
Next one sends a blurry picture of something that looks like it was taken with a DS.
Next one calls me babe after three messages.
I roll onto my back, phone held above my face, thumb flicking through profiles like I’m flipping through a very depressing catalogue.
Why is it so hard to find a man who’s just leng and quiet?
My phone buzzes.
A new match.
I stare at the name. Not what I expected. Or maybe who.
Which is terrifying because I don’t know what I was expecting fromhim. Should I apologize for kicking him out so abruptly or just let it go?
I’m sure he’s over it by now. And if not, I have my dating apps so who cares about Jabari Mckingsley?
I type a flirty opener to… Hugh G. Package? —seriously?— then delete it. I type something sarcastic, delete that too. Everything feels wrong.
I drop the phone onto my chest and groan.
This is ridiculous.
All I want is a distraction.
And yet I have the best distraction an orgasm can buy at my finger tips.
Frankie no! Remember Za!
She’s already on edge because her brother isn’t coming around. No need to make it more complicated. But my thumb drifts toward my messages again before I can stop it.
I lock the screen.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
Unlock.
Francine. Show some resolve. You kick him out your flat for Christ sake.
My contacts slide past, and I tap.
Me: you up?
Jankro Jabari : it’s 12 in the afternoon so yes. i & most people are up and have been for hours.
Me: omge forget i asked fucker
Jankro Jabari : soz, just been up from 5 so I’m snappy.
Jankro Jabari : that and we haven’t really been speaking to each other.
Jankro Jabari : wat do u need?
I roll onto my side,biting my lip, staring at the blinking cursor.
