Page 25 of Burning Obsession

The bubbles disappear. Then reappear and I laugh. Is he as nervous with texting as I am? Is he thinking just as hard about what to say as I am?

Finally, a message comes through.

Jake: Maybe? Would that be a bad thing? Maybe you make me nervous and it’s all I could think of to ask.

Somehow, knowing that this gorgeous, confident-looking man was nervous talking to me makes him even more attractive.

Me: Nervous? Why? You seemed pretty confident at the café.

Jake: Me? Confident? That was you. You flirted with me and I knew I couldn’t let you walk out of there and not get your number.

Jake: I’m never that bold. BTW.

Heat crawls up my neck. He didn’t just give me his number the same as he’s probably done a dozen guys before. I was special. Before I can even come up with a reply, another message comes through.

Jake: So you never answered my question. Any big plans for today?

Does wanting to meet up with you and see how your lips would feel on mine count as plans? It’s what I want to say. But I don’t.

Me: Nothing special planned. I am talking to this hot guy. He said he wanted to ask me out but he hasn’t yet.

I almost regret sending it, but maybe it’s the push he needs to ask me out. Because I really want to see him again.

Jake: Eager. I like that. Don’t worry, Vic, I’m going to ask you out.

I look down at my phone, and I can't stop the smile spreading across my face. Vic. I can hear him saying my name now. How raspy it sounds in my ear. I have to reach down and adjust my steadily hardening cock.

Me: Then I guess I just need to be a good boy and be patient.

Fuck, I want to be his good boy. I want to hear him purr that in my ear as he’s fucking me. I expect a message right away, but one doesn’t come. Did I push it too far with the good boy?

I’m about to write back and accuse voice to text for screwing up when a message pops up.

Jake: Is my good boy flirting with me?

My eyebrows shoot up.

Well. That’s interesting. He’s flirting back with me.

Me: And here I thought you were nervous.

Jake: I am, really. You just bring something out in me.

Me: You don't seem nervous.

Jake: That's because I'm trying very hard not to let you know how much I like you.

My thumb hovers over the keyboard because I don’t know what to say to that.

Me: You're not doing a very good job. I can tell you like me 100%. And I like it.

His reply comes almost instantly.

Jake: Good.

My phone buzzes again.

Jake: Because I don't want you thinking I only gave you my number because I was being polite.