Page 127 of Just for the Cameras
Ignoring the movie completely, I sit cross-legged, drag a pillow on top of my lap, and text him back.
Maple:You checking up on our social media?
Graydon:Just making sure you’re not posting anything embarrassing.
Maple:I thought you said you didn’t have any embarrassing pictures.
Graydon:Who knows what you’re doing when I’m washing dishes.
Maple:It’s not taking embarrassing pictures of you, that’s for sure.
Graydon:And what exactly is it that you do?
Stare at your ass.
Your back muscles.
Allow myself to wonder what it would be like to be one of those dishes that you’re rubbing…
Maple:Considering all the ways I can save flamingos.
Graydon:Uh-huh, that’s not what your eyes on my ass were saying the other day.
I gasp and then chuckle.
When he’s like this, flirty and not so intense, he really is so much fun to be around. Kind of addictive.
Maple:Like you’re one to speak. I’ve caught you a few times.
Graydon:I’ve been staring at your ass since day one. You thought I was making fun of your pants when I was just covering up for being caught looking at you.
Umm…what?
Maple:Wait, seriously?
Graydon:Yup.
Maple:I thought…I thought you assumed I was some kind of loser with high-water pants.
Graydon:Not even close.
Maple:Wow, okay. This is news to me.
Graydon:Shouldn’t be. Looking at some of the pics Gretchen released. Seems like I haven’t stopped staring either.
Maple:I didn’t see any of you staring at my ass.
Graydon:[Link] Second photo.
I pull up the link he sent me and scroll to the second picture. It’s of me shaking the hand of someone, and sure enough, he’s there, staring down at my ass.
Graydon:That dress was unreal last night. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.
Oh God.
Oh God…that’s…he’s…oh God, he’s flirting, and I just don’t know if I’m equipped for this.
Graydon:This is where you say my suit was unreal as well.
