Three dots appear instantly.
Reed
You’re perfect.
I stop breathing, just long enough to feel dizzy.
Layla
Flattery won’t get you anywhere
Okay, Reed wants to play tonight, I see.
Reed
Wanna bet?
I bite my lip, glancing toward the bedroom where Brian’s voice is booming with laughter and trash talk.
“Bro, I HIT that shot! You’re trash!” he yells obnoxiously.
He doesn’t even notice I exist.
Good.
I type quickly.
Layla
What would you bet?
In an instant, his reply comes.
Reed
One kiss wasn’t enough.
A rush of heat floods through my core, drenches my pussy, and I squeeze my thighs together, but a light moan escapes my lips.
I let out a breath as my fingertips tremble against the phone.
Layla
You sure you can handle another one?
Reeed
Pretty sure you’re the dangerous one here.
My throat goes dry; we’re not even sexting, but I ache for his lips on mine again. I ache for his fingers sliding between my legs and pleasuring me.
Layla
Dangerous how?
There’s a longer pause this time.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
