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CADE: I ask first then you can
ME: okay… this could be fun I’ll bite
ME: what’s your question
There’d been a short pause after that. Long enough to make anticipation start curling low in my stomach before the typing bubble appeared again.
CADE: ideal type of kiss-hard closed mouth peck or open mouth and playful?
I actually freeze staring at my phone. Because excuse me? That absolutely did not feel like safe territory anymore. And somehow instead of running away like a sane woman withsurvival instincts, I feel excitement bloom hot through my chest instead.
I answer honestly because idiot behavior just manifests on it’s own at this point.
ME: neither. passionate open mouth without tongue at first, the kind of kiss that slowly unravels you because it isn’t rushed but gets deeper with tongue
ME: not aggressive. intimate. A kiss that speaks volumes to how desired you are. a kiss that says a lot without words I guess
The typing bubble appeared immediately.
Stopped.
Started again.
Which somehow made my pulse kick even harder because Cade was actually thinking about his response.
CADE: shit Pip
CADE: I felt that
CADE: like LITERALLY felt that, know what I mean?
I burry my face into my pillow squealing so hard I nearly suffocate myself. Because what exactly was I supposed to say? Are you beating off in your closet again?
ME: lol
I cringe and type another message fast so he forgets I LOL’d him.
ME: okay same question to you then
CADE: mine’s probably similar honestly
CADE: except I think the first kiss should feel a little out of control too
My stomach tightens instantly.
CADE: like you’re trying to be careful but you both want it too much for careful to fully happen
Holy shit. I sit up straighter in bed and reread it over and over because suddenly the flirting felt different. Like both of us know exactly what we are really talking about now.
ME: that was suspiciously specific Cross Check
CADE: I’m manifesting
ME: you’re trouble
CADE: that too probably
The butterflies were honestly getting ridiculous at this point and I kick my feet against my mattress like an actual fourteen-year-old while trying very hard to remember why I am resisting him.
