In bed?
Soon. Shower first.
Oh boy.
The thought of Beck standing in his bedroom, or bathroom, about to shower, was an image I didn’t need just before I was going to attempt to sleep.
Wide awake now, I sat up.
Interesting.
I waited for his response, the same mixture of excitement and uncertainty as the last time making it pretty much a guarantee I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.
Oh yeah? How so?
So we were doing this.
Maybe we shouldn’t.
Maybe it muddied the waters.
Fuck it.
Just over here trying to picture where you are exactly.
He sent a devil so I fired back an angel.
While I waited for a response, a pic came through. Holy shit.
Beck was standing in front of his mirror, clearly naked, but he’d cropped the shot at his waist.
Tease.
Takes one to know one.
If I was doing this, might as well do it right.
Putting my phone aside, I tossed off my shirt, got under the covers, and pulled them up just enough. Then, angling the phone, I took the selfie and, before giving myself time to think it through… I sent it.
FUCK.
And then…
You’re killing me, Mae.
It was only fair play, and I told him so.
You got me off like this so… just trying to return the favor.
I waited. Thought back to the night at Grado Valley. It was just as much fun being on the other end, imagining Beck responding to my texts.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Wait, what?
First time…?
I’ve done this. Thinking of you.
