I’m not sure how in the hell I’m going to be able to look her in the eye after this. I feel like I’ve crossed a line, one I should probably be ashamed of, but there was no way I could resist, especially after seeing her last night and then again this morning. Besides, it’s definitely not the first time I’ve gotten off thinking about her. This time I just did it a little differently.
Once she’s safely inside, I debate the pros and cons of texting her. Since I apparently have no willpower or pride where she’s concerned, I grab my phone, ignoring the fact that I’m still wearing a cum-soaked towel, and send her a quick message.
ME:
How are you liking the laptop?
VAN:
Niki?
ME:
Yeah, it’s me.
VAN:
How did you get my number?
ME:
Wow, you must really think I’m a terrible hacker.
VAN:
That’s not what I meant! I just thought maybe Cindy gave it to you.
ME:
Nope, I found it all on my own. So, the laptop?
VAN:
I love it so much. I didn’t realize computers could be this fast, and it never just glitches out and stops working. I didn’t realize how bad George was.
ME:
He was pretty bad. I’m glad you like this one better.
VAN:
I really do. I can’t thank you enough.
ME:
You don’t need to thank me.
I’d planned on asking her if she wanted to grab something to eat with me later, but now I’m worried she’ll say yes just because she feels indebted to me. I’m still debating what to do when her next text comes in, making me let out a relieved breath when I read it.
VAN:
Don’t feel like you have to say yes or anything, but do you want to get something to eat later?
I’m glad she can’t see the ridiculous smile I’m wearing when I tell her I’ll pick her up at seven.
Chapter 6
Savanna
