Page 63 of Shattered Oaths

Bella:What’s that?

Me:What are you wearing?

The three dots appear, disappear and reappear as if she’s contemplating her answer and I can just imagine her gnawing on that plump bottom lip in the way that drives me fucking crazy as she debates her response.

Bella:A thong.

My chest rumbles with a groan and I’m suddenly grateful for the noise of the crowd over the music.

Me:And?

Bella:And nothing else.

My dick twitches against my jeans and I decide to test her limits as I type back mytwo-word reply.

Me:Prove it.

CHAPTER 28

BELLA

I chew on my bottom lip as I stare at Noah’s text.

Noah:Prove it.

He can’t be serious, can he?

I quickly click out of the text thread with Noah and open a new one, adding two people to it.

Me:If a man texts you and asks you to show him what you’re wearing, what would you do?

I pace the length of my bedroom as I wait for a response. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long.

Sav:Is this a flirty type of question or a controlling type?

Liv:Don’t be dense, Savannah. Obviously, it’s flirty. And it depends. What ARE you wearing?

Me:A thong?

Liv:Lace or cotton?

Me:Lace.

Liv:Good. Colour?

Sav:Really? Does that matter?

Liv:Yes.

Me:White.

Liv:That works. Send him a picture.

I freeze at her response.

Me:Seriously?

Liv:Deadly. Report back when it’s done.