Apart from WN.
I shouldn't be excited, especially after he didn't respond to my texts.
The word "negging" crosses my mind, but I don't think he is doing that. We aren't dating, there has been nothing said about names, let alone meeting, and he has never negged me before.
Hell.
It is him.
I devour his text.
WN
Sorry not to respond immediately with a million texts, but I have now collated all evidence, studied the photos in the name of science. All of them. And concluded they are your panties. And you indeed took them off for the entire day.
I stare at the screen, trying to come up with something flirty and clever.
But I can't.
I take a deep breath.
Me
I'm surprised you didn't ask for a DNA sample.
WN
I’m not a complete pervert. How long did you last?
Me
Into the evening. I forgot.
This isn't my usual sass that I throw at him. I would say something like I didn't realize there was a time limit, or maybe I'm a Pandora's box, or something flirty and maybe funny. Something he can bounce off, and then I can bounce off him.
It is what we now do, and normally, I love it.
Normally.
Tonight, I feel anything but normal.
He takes a while to write back.
WN
A man can read a lot into forgot.
Again, he is giving me an opening.
Me
And sometimes a girl forgets.
WN
Underwear?
Me
