He grunts, and I flee, my pulse pounding as I take the steps to my apartment and open my door with unsteady hands. My shoes are off and I’m in my bed in thirty seconds flat.
My face is hot as my fingers fly over the keyboard. I’ve never sexted before, and it feels better than drugs.
Katie
I do. I’ll wake up on the verge of coming.
I’m shocked at my own boldness. I stare at the words on the screen, heat crawling over my cheeks.
Tristan
What do you do when that happens?
My stomach jumps at his response.
It’s 4:03 p.m. He must be in the car back home.
I’m so incredibly turned on that I shift on the bed. I don’t know what to say. Do I tell him the truth?
I bite my lip.
Confident girls ask for what they want.
I want to be confident. I want to be bold and I want to feel the way it felt when I kissed Tristan back. Like my body was coming untethered from the earth.
What if I didn’t worry about being too bold? What if I just went with it?
What’s the worst that could happen?
Katie
Sometimes I touch myself. I come really fast when that happens.
Tristan
God, I bet you do.
The breath catches in my throat. I can almost picture him saying that. In my head, he’s just as into this as I am.
Tristan
What do you dream about?
Oh god. My hand fists the duvet. The last one was about him, after that insane kiss against the wall. I’m so not telling him that. I’ll just tell him it was a stranger.
Katie
Last time I dreamed about going down on a guy.
Tristan
Do you like that?
Katie
I did in my dream.
Tristan
