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Seven: Somehow, I don’t think you’re referring to my bike.

Fourteen: Now who’s naughty?

Seven: You’re the one with their mind in the gutter. I’m just over here coming up with a lesson plan to teach you how to ride.

Fourteen: I’m more of a learn by doing kind of gal.

Seven: Then I guess I’d better be ready for you to do me.

Fourteen: Seven more days and you’d better be.

Seven: I thought the whole point of texting like this was to get to know each other better and not make everything physical.

Fourteen: Then you better get to know me quickly. Because if your body matches the voice that I hear in my bed at night, then you’d better clear your calendar.

Seven: What’s your favorite color again?

Fourteen: Not even going to acknowledge that I hear your voice in my head when I touch myself?

Seven: No, because I’m never going to make it through the next week if I do.

Fourteen: What color are your boxers?

Seven: Blue.

Fourteen: Then blue is my favorite color to see on the floor next to my bed.

Seven: Well, it’s now on the floor next to mine.

Fourteen: Does that mean you’re touching yourself?

Seven: It means I’m about to get in the shower.

Fourteen: So, you’re texting me naked?

Seven: There’s a good possibility.

Fourteen: Want me to join you?

Seven: Killing me…

Fourteen: Have fun in the shower. I know I will. My shower head has 12 settings.

Fuck. Well, now I knew what I’d be imagining while I stroked myself in the shower. Picturing what Hazel did with those 12 settings was going to have to tide me over until I could see it in person.

Seven: Goodnight, naughty girl.

Fourteen: :picture of a pair of light pink mesh panties on a gray bathroom rug:

Since she was going there, I didn’t see the harm in sending her another picture.

Seven: :picture of a pair of dark blue boxer briefs on a gray tile floor:

Fourteen: My dreams will be very sweet.

So would mine.

The night may not have turned out how I’d wanted it to, and I was insanely jealous that Hazel had initiated this kind of conversation with Seven and not me, but I’d shared something with her I hoped would make my case later. Even if it was unconventional, I had faith she’d see our conversations as Fourteen and Seven as a way to get to know each other. That wouldn’t have happened as Hazel and Reid.

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