Page 24 of Honey Undone
Would you tease me if I said yes?
No, I’d ask for more.
If she took that just for me, I was going to spontaneously combust.
Insatiable.
Starving, Adeline. I’m fucking starving.
Pathetic, maybe? But she needed to know just how badly I wanted it. I could feel her getting nervous about the picture and she needed to understand just how grateful I was that she sent it to me.
How did you know it was new?
Those bruises are new.
I finally answered her after agonizing over the photo for a few more minutes. There were six of them painting her thighs and one larger one that was partially hidden beneath her fingertips around her ribcage.
I can’t tell if that’s creepy or endearing that you know that.
Let’s go with endearing.
Okay.
The mood had shifted by accident and I knew there was little chance of getting it back to how flirty we had been moments ago but I wasn’t ready to say goodnight to her just yet.
It’s harder to watch you play than I expected.
Sorry I don’t live up to your rugby star standards lol.
I meant that the game is rough. It’s rare that I walk away from a baseball game with bruises. You do it every night, it’s intense.
She was quiet for a little while and I wasn’t sure if she had fallen asleep or had gone back to ignoring me. Both were very real possibilities with Adeline but my phone buzzed again after a few minutes.
Wait, you've been stalking my Instagram?
I leaned back against the couch laughing hard at her sudden realization. I scrolled up in our conversation and saved the photo before she decided to take it away from me in a fit of rage.
Do you need me to define the term - starving, Adeline?
Which one is your favorite?
I hadn’t been expecting that question but my immediate answer wasall of them. I smiled down at my phone mentally flipping through all the photos I had been staring at for days but settled on one after a short moment.
Mine.
Good answer.
SARAH
I was juggling a bag of snacks and my Dungeons and Dragons books when my phone vibrated in my pocket.Shit.It had become a dangerous habit to look almost instantly in anticipation for Jensen. I hated it but in the kind of way that every time it was him there was a stupid grin on my face and a swarm of rabid butterflies in my chest.
You gotta stop wearing that jersey to games.
Why?
My number is on the back of it, Adeline! Thirteen calls just today asking about my sexual preferences, thirteen.
Sounds like you’ll be busy for a while.
