Page 51 of Melt His Heart

I never really thought about that as an option.

“What should I send?” I ask, my cheeks heating up.

“No hole, just something a bit cheeky.”

“Why the heck would I send that!” I yelp.

“Hey, don’t knock it till ya try it, I’m just saying not to start off that way.”

“Liam, I don’t even want to know,” I say, rolling my eyes.

We’re both bursting with laughter again by the time we make it to the car, which Kevin has all packed and started. I get into the back and put my things down next to me.

“What were you guys laughing about out there?” Kevin asks.

“Oh, nothing, just some girl talk.” Liam giggles, and Kevin just shakes his head. When we finally get to my flat, me and Liam get out for a quick hug goodbye.

“Don’t forget, no hole. Something cheeky.” He laughs.

“Liam, I’m not going to send him that.”

“I’m just reminding you. This is so exciting! Look at you getting outta your shell!” He teases.

“You better update me on what your guy says too! No skimping on the details.”

“I will! I will!” I grin; my cheeks are sore from all the laughing we’ve done tonight. Can’t believe I’m even having this conversation. I’d say I’ve come a long way, still a ways to go, but this is insane. My florist turned friend is telling me not to send hole to a man whom I’ve also come to be friends with, and then whatever we are right now.

“Night, Julian! Thanks for coming again!” He waves as I walk to the front doors of my building backwards so I can see him off.

“Good night! I’ll text you!”

* * *

Once I’m in and settled. I think about what Liam said. And if I’m going to send this “cheeky” text, I might as well do it now. Late night and just after a shower. I also don’t want to think on it too much, or I just won’t do it. But what should it be?

Ugh, what if he thinks I’m weird for sending him this? I mean, he has been a bit flirty, but I don’t know. I go and check myself out in the mirror and make sure I look ok. I think I might have the perfect idea for a picture.

Carson left one of his hoodies here on accident the other day when he came up for a little after dropping me off. I pull it out of my closet and tug my night shirt over my head, replacing it with Carson’s hoodie.

It’s huge on me, I mean, he’s like twice my size, but jeez. It feels really nice on my skin though, and the smell of his cologne is turning me on.

I guess I’ll need that for the photo.

The bed dips under my weight when I lie down and pull my underwear off. I pull the hoodie down over my obvious erection and snap the photo of mostly my torso, a little bit of thigh. I try to arch my back.

And if he knew how this hard-on came to, I think I would be a little embarrassed, but hey, all of this is a bit fucking embarrassing. But kind of exciting nonetheless.

Checking to see if it came out good, I bite at my lip. It looks alright, though I’m still nervous to send it. It’s not even anything too scandalous, but what if he’s sleeping? That’s probably just me overthinking because Carson never sleeps. I swear I don’t know how he plays so well on the ice.

So I send it, my hands shaking while I wait to see if he responds.

Carson: baby….

Oh my god. I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face into the pillow because now what? What am I supposed to say? My phone buzzes again with another message before my mind can catch up.

Carson: you look so fucking good in my hoodie.

Carson: how am i suppose to sleep now?