Daggers?
Me
Those too.
Alex
Are you turning my voyeurismback on me?
Me
Maybe. And what do you know of daggers?
Alex
I told you, half a murder.
Me
So...?
It sounds utterly desperate, I know, but I can't help it.
Did he like it? And did it fulfill some part of his kinky set of fantasies?
I pull on my T-shirt, suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that I'm basically naked, as if it is a vulnerability. And I guess it is.
What I did was brazen, wild, thrilling, and not me. And I ran with it. But now?
My phone lights up, and my heart does too.
Alex
Daggers. Half murder. Do you need a diagram?
Me
Maybe I need a murder board.
Alex
Maybe you need more. Fuck, you're sexy.
Me
Me?
Alex
You. That whole rubbing one out session. Holy hell. It set fire to all kinds of desires in me. And you looked glorious. A vision.
My heart flits about, spinning, and his words are perfection. Not in execution, but in what they mean and how they reflect the same sentiments in me.
I try to find the right words to say it, and I want to try my hand in real life at being brazen, giving in to those base urges. And I want to be all the things he is trying to flatter me with.
My cheeks burn, and I put cool fingertips to them.
My phone lights up.
