His hair is freshly washed as though he’s just stepped out of the shower.
I lay back against the cushions.
Jesus.
My fingers move across the screen.
Such a fucking tease,I send.
Soon, another message.
Marco:Like?
Amos:I like it a little too much.
I watch the typing bubble appear.
Marco:Been thinking about your kisses. How good they felt.
Amos:Let me remind you.
I exhale slowly as the memory returns.
Marco pressed against the towel pile.
The heat of him.
The way he’d kissed me like he meant it.
His reply pings.
Marco:Are you asking me on a date, Mr Vale?
I roll onto my side.
His confidence is such a huge fucking turn on.
Amos:Would you say yes if I did?
Marco:I dare you to ask...
Damn. I can feel myself falling so hard.
Amos:Marco Adams, I would love to take you on a date. Will you go out with me?
It feels like being a teenager again, in the sweetest possible way.
Marco:I'd love to. And I promise to wear more than just this tie.
Amos:Disappointing. I was planning to wear just a tie so that we matched ;)
Marco:Keep talking like that, and I'll have to type with one hand.
Amos:*devil emoji*
I sink back into the couch again, trying my best to be good.
Amos:Do you have a sweet tooth? I know an ice cream parlor that will change your life.
