Page 44 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

No.

It was soft-core pornography.

Colin’s pale pink button-down stretched tight across his broad shoulders, a triangle of chest hair peeking out from where he’d left the top two buttons undone. His sleeves—mercy—were rolled to his elbows, one forearm corded with muscle and dusted with dark hair visible in the shot as he held up a thumb and smiled at the camera, silver wire-rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

Colin (3:13 p.m.): You’ve got this.

She wasn’t entirely convinced this guy wasn’t put on this planet for the sole purpose of driving her insane.

Truly (3:15 p.m.): I didn’t know you wore glasses.

Colin (3:17 p.m.): I’m just a little far-sighted. I can usually get by without them.

Truly (3:19 p.m.): You look good.

Wait. No, that wasn’t what she wanted to—

The message went from sending to sent. Shit.

Truly (3:19 p.m.): I mean, you look good wearing them.

Truly (3:20 p.m.): They look good, is all I’m saying. They suit your face.

She set her phone down before she could dig the hole any further.

Colin (3:22 p.m.): Careful. Don’t hurt yourself.

Oh, sure. Make fun of her.

Truly (3:23 p.m.): Don’t be a dick about it.

Colin (3:24 p.m.): Wow. You were right, I guess.

Truly (3:25 p.m.): About?

Colin (3:26 p.m.): Me being so pretty it pisses you off.

Blood rushed to her face and her insides twisted unpleasantly.

Truly (3:28 p.m.): I thought we agreed to forget I sent that.

Colin (3:29 p.m.): Technically, I never agreed to anything.

Technically, her ass. It was implied.

Colin (3:30 p.m.): Come on, Truly. It’s not a big deal. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

Truly (3:31 p.m.): Bold of you to assume I’m embarrassed.

She wasn’t embarrassed. She was mortified.

Colin (3:33 p.m.):... so, are we going to talk about it?

Talk about it? Really? What was there to say that hadn’t already been said? Or heavily implied.

Truly (3:37 p.m.): There’s nothing to talk about.

Colin (3:45 p.m.): If you say so.

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