Page 63 of Love Me Dangerous

Are you volunteering Saturday?

Questions fire through my brain. I type out a reply.

Who is this?

The little dots dance in the window for what feels like eternity.

I’m trying to be less elusive

Zach.

My tummy whooshes and my skin prickles.

How did he get my number? Though I’m curious, this feels like a question for another time.

Yep. You want to join us?

What time?

8:00

I’ll be there

A thrill ripples through me.

I wait for more questions, or maybe for him to tease me, but there’s nothing, so I type in a new question.

How are you feeling?

I can’t sleep

I frown at the screen. This could mean he’s in pain, or it could mean something else. I need more information.

Can I help?

Do youhave a magic wand?

I sigh in frustration because this is still not an answer. Time to go bold.

No, but I have kisses

I bite my lip while I wait to see how he takes this.

Too bad you’re so far away

My pulse thumps hard into my throat. This feels like an invitation, but what if I’m wrong?

I think about what Ava said. I so want it to be true. To stop holding back this part of myself. The part that wants to feel. To let go.

I’m right here, sugar. Just tell me what you need

An eternity passes while the little dots dance, then stop. I groan out loud. Did I go too far?

I’m about to bash my head against my phone screen when the dots start dancing again.

Your mouth, for starters

A tremor races down my spine. I haven’t forgotten that hungry look in his eyes before he kissed me that day at the creek. Are we stepping into that delicious unknown again?

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