Page 62 of Trial and Error

Those pyjamas are extremely endearing. I need some like that.

The next message he sends me is an image and my eyeballs almost fall out of my head at the sight of him in nothing but grey sweats.

Grey fucking sweats.

My mouth is drier than the Sahara Desert and my brain resembles jelly as I try to send a coherent message in reply.

Me

Not you sending me a thirst trap.

His reply comes through fast.

Elias

Did it work? Are you thirsty?

Am I? Yes. Am I going to tell him that? Also, yes.

Me

Parched.

His next message takes me by surprise. There’s no context—just his location. He wants me to go to his place.

Holy shit.

I sit in bed for approximately five minute before I hop out, all my previous exhaustion gone. I grab a sweater and pull it over my pyjamas and slip my feet into my sandals. Racing through my apartment, I grab my bag and car keys and leave my apartment in a record breaking speed.

elias

I sit on my couch, bouncing my knee erratically as I wait for Bridget’s reply. What the hell was I thinking sending her my location? I run my hand through my hair and look back down at my screen.

Still no reply.

She sent me that photo of her in her pyjamas, and all I could think about doing was take them off her. I wasn’t sure what I was doing when I sent that picture back, but when her response matched my energy, I wanted to take it a little further. I guess I went a little too far, though, because here I am, sitting on my couch with a raging hard-on and no reply.

I get up and head to my room, ready to take care of my erection when there’s a knock on my door, and my heart starts pounding in my chest.

It can’t be her, can it?

I make my way down the hall and will my heart to slow down. But it’s no use, because when I open the door, I’m greeted with the most beautiful sight. Bridget stands in front of me with a coy smile, and I take a step back to let her in. My eyes roam her body and I let out a soft laugh when my eyes land on her pants. She pulls off her sandals and places them on the empty spot on the shoe rack.

She rids herself of her purse, leaving it on the console table before looking up at me. “How fast are your reflexes?”

“Uh, pretty fast, I guess?”

She nods and places her hands on my shoulders. “Catch me?”

“Catch yo⁠—”

Before I can finish, she’s jumping and wrapping her legs around my waist. My hands instinctively reach out and hold her under her thighs. She smiles at me as she leans down and brushes her lips against mine.

“Hello,” Bridget says quietly before pulling back to look at me.

I lean forward and catch her lips between mine. “That’s one hell of a greeting.”

“Too much?” she asks, and I can tell she’s second-guessing herself.