dumb girl:awww I love it!!
dumb girl:(heart emojis)
Too damn innocent.
But she liked the picture, and as much as I want to deny it, her nonsexual reaction doesn’t disappoint me as much as I expected.
Me:I have to get to work.
Safe.
Me:Text me tonight
Not safe.
dumb girl:I will
I smile like an idiot. It fades when I look at Noel. He eats silently while staring at his phone. I stand up with my empty plate and walk behind him. He’s browsing Morgan’s page.
I want to pull out my hair, but I say nothing. I’m pissed because he’s fawning over her, that I can’t touch her... that I love my brother. It would be easier if I didn’t.
However, my life isn’t what I planned. It’s what I was given. I don’t have time for a girl, but I have time for this one thing. Guess a few texts a day isn’t so bad. Fuck, I already feel better despite the Noel-part. If he doesn’t find out...
Yeah. I shouldn’t, but I’ll keep texting her. It’s the furthest I’ll go, but it’s something. A small light in my life that is just for me. I can still take care of my brothers and the center.
I just want this one thing for myself.
Chapter 14
Jack
The next few days, I get what I need: texts in the morning and night. Mostly sweet. A few barely scandalous images. I keep my cock away from the camera, reminding myself she’d ask if she wanted one.
I can’t scare her off.
And that’s the weird part. I am not getting nudes. No explicit, ‘wish you were touching me’ texts. Nothing. Just chats about our day. It shouldn’t entertain me, but they do. They’re the highlight of my day.
Kinda fucked.
Then, every night, she ends our chats with a random question.
dumb girl:want to come to church?
Nope.
Next day.
dumb girl:want to go to a street race?
She remembered.
And, yeah — but not happening. Texting only.
Next day.
dumb girl:want to go with me ANYWHERE??
Oh, fuck. She’s not satisfied with just texting.
