I wasn’t going to tell him the real reason is that I missed his face most days, and this gave me a reason to see it.
Besides, his pictures make me smile because he always looks so awkward in them. In his defense, it’s only been a few days, so I can’t get too mad at him for it, I suppose.
Not to brag about it or anything, but I’m his number one best friend.
I get an idea; it could be a very bad one, and it’s something that I’ve never done before.
My heart beats so fast as I lie down on the lawn chair next to the pool. I want a little bit of skin. I put my sunglasses on, turn my head to the side a little bit, and put the camera on rear facing mode, holding it up in the air and angling it down before taking the picture.
I don’t even want to look at it. My heart is beating so fast I fear it’s going to just jump straight out of my chest as I bring the small device down, flipping it around so I can see it.
My eyes widen at how good I look, surprising even myself. It’s nothing promiscuous, well…not too much so; a little cleavage is showing and some of my belly and legs, but it’s notthatbad.
Before I can overthink it, I save it to my memories and just send it to him, not even bothering with a caption because I’m scared that if I look at it too long, I’ll change my mind.
I immediately shut my phone off and toss it onto the other chair. I let out an embarrassed little yelp, and I feel my face turn bright red.
Mocha freezes from his spot on the lawn, looks up at me to make sure I’m ok, and once he realizes I am, he continues to run around.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I do that?
Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet, but before I can grab my phone to delete the snap, my phone buzzes twice.
“This is your fault,” I say, looking at the beer in my hand. I only make dumb decisions after drinking the nasty stuff. I don’t even know why I keep drinking it. I don’t like it.
I set the drink down on the table, deciding that the few sips that I’ve had this afternoon are more than enough, and I won’t be drinking the rest of it. I feel bad for wasting it. I make a mental note to buy Beckett a new case the next time I go to the store.
I slowly pick up my phone, my heart beating even faster than it was when I sent the picture.
BECKETThas saved a snap
BECKETThas saved a snap to camera roll
BECKETThas sent you a message
Who the hell has been cooking in my kitchen?I know that I didn’t teach him how to use those features for this reason.
My hands tremble as I click on his notification.
beckett
We can no longer use this app while I’m at work.
I’m in a meeting, and I almost threw my phone.
You are in so much trouble when I get home.
me
Oh no…
Whatever will I do, Detective?
Please don’t take me to jail, my daddy won’t be too happy.
beckett
The only person you’ll be calling Daddy tonight is me.
