And then tutted at him through her phone as she remembered the rest.
No, probably not. But everything else apart from that did. The knowing each other, medieval peasant, sexy pottery stuff really fits the bill.
Come on. Flirting requires more than just talk.
Oh, suddenly you’re an expert on the subject?
I know enough. I know you need gestures.
She almost went with something innocent, in return.
Almost, almost, almost. The sentenceyeah you’re probably rightspooled out from beneath her fingertips, and then just sat there, ready to be sent.
But then she thought about all the things he’d texted her.
She scrolled back up through them, just to check it wasn’t her imagination.
Before she just went for it.
Maybe I’m making them.
And lingering looks.
I’m definitely doing that.
What about body language?
If you saw my body now, you’d be pretty clear on what it was saying.
It wasn’t a shock when he stopped replying, this time. But it was about a hundred times more annoying. He was the one who’d set the tone of their conversations—she’d just let him. Yet, somehow, here she was, in the near darkness, with a silent phone in her lap.
In fact, the phone was so silent that when it suddenly rang she almost screamed. She came pretty close to hurling it across the room. She had to calm herself down before she could answer, just so he wouldn’t think it was him who’d gotten her all out of breath.
“Well, this is the very last thing I expected you to do,” she said, as breezily as she could. And then she heard that voice, and breezy immediately started to slip away.
“I didn’t just want to cut off in the middle of a conversation.”
“Yeah, but talking like this is probably going to be a lot worse than texting.”
“Nothing could be worse than texting. I thought it would be safe, and instead, it just feels like I’ve been freed to say whatever I want. Do you know how close I came to asking you what your body was doing? The answer is very,” he said.
And suddenly, she was very glad he couldn’t see her right now. His voice kind of dipped on that last word, and when it did, her toes actually curled. She had to fan herself with one hand.
But she managed to keep her voice somewhat under control.
At the very least, she kept some amusement in it. “And you think calling me is going to stop that happening?”
“I did when I hit your number. Now, I have my doubts.”
“You should. Because the urge to say is getting bigger by the second.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to do my best to dissuade you.”
“You can try, I suppose.”
She could almost hear him mulling it over.
And it didn’t take much to picture, either.
