It only takes her two minutes to respond.
Haven:You’re such a simp.
I grin.
Me:you love it.
Haven:I do.
Then she sends a photo. It’s dark and blurry. Just her hand trailing over the hem of her sleep shorts, like she’s debating pulling them down and showing me more.
Haven:You gonna be good tonight, Carter?
My whole body tenses.
Me:I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.
Haven:And?
Me:And I’ve been reading stuff.
Haven:Oh?
Me:Like… articles. About kinks. Stuff I might want to try.
There’s a pause. My heart stutters like a total coward as I add another text.
Me:For research purposes.
Haven:What kind of stuff?
Me:Submissive stuff. Restraints. Choking. Praise. Light sensory play. Stuff I didn’t know I’d want until I met you.
My screen lights up with the three little dots.
Haven:Carter Hart. Are you turning into a kink nerd on me?
Me:Maybe. I bookmarked a better quiz than the one we did last time. Want to take it together?
Haven:Only if I get to use the results against you.
Me:…That’s kinda the point.
I drop the phone on my chest and groan, pressing my free hand to my face. I can practically hear her giggle from miles away.
Haven:You wanna be my good boy that bad huh?
Me:I already am.
I stare at the message for a second longer than I should. The second I send it, my stomach does a whole somersault. My phone buzzes again.
Haven:You don’t even know what that really means Carter.
I bite my lip, letting my head fall back against the pillow, heart punching against my ribs as I type one-handed.
Me:Then teach me.
I pause , then keep typing.
