Page 15 of Catfish

Me: Hell NO. Maybe it’s you that needs to come over to my side.

Chase: What does that include exactly?

Me: Definitely shredding all your Yankee gear.

Chase: Something to think about, but fair is fair.

Me: What’s fair?

Chase: Skin for skin. You see my chest, I get to see yours.

I chuckle as goosebumps trail up my spine because, damn, I can’t help but think about it.

Chase has broad shoulders, his arms look toned in a picture he took with another middle-aged man, which I assumed was maybe his father. Confidence seeps through his pores, but he doesn't seem cocky about it. There were no pictures of girls with bleach blonde hair or expensive cars.

Seems like a nice guy—for now.

Me: You said you don’t tease.

Chase: I don't, I'm taunting you to burn those clothes so we can move on to bigger and better things. Plus, it makes the real shit worth waiting for.

Me: I beg to differ.

Chase: No offense, Sox, but if you haven’t been fucked to where you’re seeing stars, someone is doing it wrong.

Chase: Trust me, I don’t disappoint.

I'm half-tempted to tell him to prove it, but I refrain from letting my big-ass mouth scare him away.

Me: Mhm.

Chase: You seem like a smart woman. I think you’d be able to tell if I wanted you stripped down. Whether it be for the sake of mankind for you not to wear another Red Sox shirt or because I wanted to see what lies underneath the mocking material over your sun-kissed skin.

Chase: Or both.

I sit speechless at my kitchen island, staring at his last text. My body hums appreciatively to standing in front of him naked.

And just the fact that I am speechless alludes to the reality that I do need to get laid.

Me: Only one way to find out.

Chase: Now you’re tempting me.

Me: And why wouldn’t we want that?

Chase: I don’t think my ego can take joking around with me like that. Too much of temptation.

Chase: Unless you’re trying to be someone I jack off to when I’m alone.

Damn.

Yes, please.

Me: Can’t a girl just be flattered by a man thinking she’s attractive?

Chase: You shouldn’t be.

Me: Ah, is this where your cocky inner asshole suddenly comes out?

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