Thought I should probably text you before your phone number washes off my arm.
A slow grin spreads across my face.
Mr Adams.
Leaning my hip against the counter, I read the message again.
I’ve been thinking about him all day.
How could I not?
Marco’s mouth on mine.
That hand grabbing my belt buckle.
His voice low and urgent in my ear, the electricity between us.
And most of all, the confession we both made afterward.
About wanting something deeper.
I feel giddy at the possibility of one day having him sit here next to me on this couch.
As more than just a flirty fling.
As my boyfriend.
“Don't get ahead of yourself,” I laugh. “You'll scare him away.”
Still smiling like a fool, I type back.
Been thinking about you today x
I hit send and toss the phone onto the cushion beside me.
A few minutes later, it buzzes again.
Been thinking about you too. I'm wearing your tie.
I release a breath.
Marco is bold, and I like it.
I type again.
Send proof ;)
The reply comes quickly. A JPG file.
I click to open it.
Fuck.
He’s naked, but has cropped the photo just above his cock.
A sexy glimpse of dark trimmed hair between his bare hips catches my attention, as I’m sure he hoped it would.
The green tie hangs in a loose knot around his neck.
