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Maple:Haven’t you already used that as an opening line this week?
Graydon:Never claimed to be creative.
Maple:LOL. So, what am I doing? Well, I’m enjoying a girl dinner that consists of popcorn and candy once again and I’m gearing up to watch a movie. What are you doing right now?
Graydon:Talking to you.
Maple:You don’t have anything else going on?
Graydon:Not really. Tired from practice. Just ate a steak, now watching the Bombers game.
Maple:Aw, you watch Bennett?
Graydon:Yeah, figured I might as well.
Maple:Is he good?
Graydon:Really fucking good. What movie are you watching?
Maple:The Wedding Singer.One of my all-time favorites.
Graydon:Never seen it.
Maple:Why did I know you were going to say that?
Graydon:Guess I’m predictable.
Maple:You’re not in the slightest, actually. You’re very unpredictable.
Graydon:How so?
Maple:Well, for one, never in my life would I have thought that you’d send me thirst traps.
Graydon:Is that you fishing for one? Because all you have to do is ask.
My phone buzzes again, and a picture of him lights up my screen.
Sigh.
Wet and rumpled, his hair is unstyled and falling every which way, including a few strands over his forehead. Chest on full display, he’s sitting on his couch in a pair of sweatpants with the TV remote next to him while he casually smirks.
Despite my eyes roaming over his impressively cut chest, I take a moment to study his beautiful eyes. Dark, mysterious, but also with a hint of kindness.He’s so handsome.The sharp angles of his face may be intimidating to an opponent, but they intrigue me. They make me want to run my fingers over them and create a softness along the hard edges.
Graydon:Your turn.
Maple:You don’t want a pic.
Graydon:Then why the hell did I ask?
I press my lips together, nerves jumbling inside me.
Should I send him one?
Why the hell not?
I sit taller, angle the phone, and show off my shirt so he can see what it says. When I’m satisfied, I snap the pic, then examine it quickly to decide whether I should send it.
Hair looks good, face looks good. Shirt looks…oh God, my nipples are hard and pressing against the fabric.
