Page 64 of Left on Read

He burst out laughing.

“I mean, no.” I chuckled, using my indoor voice again. “Not in this lifetime.”

“What about filming for private?”

“Um…maybe?”

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly released it, his already dark eyes going black with arousal.

Was he into that? My dick went half hard in my sweats. Thank god I had the camera angled up so he couldn’t see it.

“Maybe?” he repeated, his voice a throaty purr that drove me crazy.

“I never really considered it before. Never dated a guy I trusted enough to not spread it around after we broke up.”

River nodded. “Yeah. That’s a huge thing. A friend of mine had that happen to her. I can’t imagine how violating it is to have your private moments shared with other people. And I don’t understand how anyone can do that, even if they break up on bad terms or whatever. There are some lines you don’t cross no matter what, and that’s one of them for me.”

“Have you done it a lot?”

“Done what?” He blinked.

“Made videos?”

“Oh, right. No.”

“No?”

“Nope. Never gotten to the point where someone has stuck around long enough for me to be comfortable sharing more than faceless nudes while sexting.”

“Oh?” Would he elaborate?

“Another reason me and online dating aren’t friends.” He pursed his lips. “I just realized I’ve said about a million words since I called and you’ve said, like, twenty.”

“Probably because I keep asking you questions,” I said lightly, hoping he’d resume what he was saying. “Makes sense you’d have more to say.”

I’d been ravenously curious about his sexual history but hadn’t known how to ask for the information without sounding like I was grilling him.

We’d talked about our sexual health and exchanged recent test results, and he’d mentioned little things here and there, but outside of that one conversation the night we’d hashed things out after I’d kissed him, it hadn’t naturally come up.

He smiled, his features relaxing. “You’re just so easy to talk to I forget to hold back.”

“You never have to hold back with me,” I said honestly. “I like talking to you too. I never want you to think you have to try and be someone else or tone yourself down.”

“You’re one of the few people I don’t have to do that with,” he mused. “Never felt the need to. Guess my intuition knew we had a connection before brain did.” He paused. “What were we talking about? I can usually pick up the trail, but I think I’ve lost the lead this time.”

“You were talking about sexting.”

“Oh! Right. Sexting. Another thing I don’t do right.”

“What do you mean?”

“I never know when—or if—I should initiate anything, so I wait until the other person does. Sometimes it’s good because they appreciate that I’m not that guy, and I don’t spam people with my dick after four messages. But other times, I mess up because I don’t pick up on their hints, and it hurts their feelings. And I get it. It’s hard to put yourself out there, and it sucks when you get rejected.”

“Say less.”

He laughed and pushed his hair back from his face. “What about you?”

“Me?”

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