And? What happened?
She sends a screenshot of the messages. I scan it and groan. She’s so awkward. It’s endearing, actually.
Katie
Do you see?
I’m so bad at this. SO BAD.
Tristan
It’s not you. It’s him. He’s pushing way too hard.
Katie
What does that mean?
Tristan
Sexting is a game.
He’s being blunt. He’s going for it way too fast.
Katie
A game? Seriously?
I grin down at the phone.
Tristan
You’ve never sexted?
Katie
Do you even have to ask?
My grin broadens. No, I don’t. I picture her in the security center, polishing a knife or something and frowning at her phone while she tries to type the perfect sext.
Tristan
How long did it take you to come up with those responses?
Katie
Hours.
I burst out laughing. I can’t help it.
Katie
I know you’re laughing right now.
If you’re so good at it then SHOW ME!
My laughter chokes in my throat. Am I about to do this? I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright. There’s a flush on my face.
Tristan
