Page 22 of Omega Artist
A wave of heat travels through my whole body; he must’ve woken me from a hot dream that I don’t quite remember. Irritated, I grumble at the text, but if I’m being completely honest, the fact that Mr. Manwhore messaged me pleases me to no end.
Sweet of you, Tig, to disclose your whereabouts. I didn’t think you would.
Slowly emerging from my slumber, it hits me that I slept on top of the comforter, fully dressed, aside from my shoes. Maybe I was tipsier than I thought… All in all, I’m thankful that, no matter how boring the party was, its location made it easy to catch a ride home.
He will need my full attention, so I pry open my second eyelid. Sometimes, we discuss small things, others, we text for an hour straight. It’s funny that he doesn’t question the fact that I’m incommunicado during certain hours due to the time difference; for the moment, he must assume that I live in the U.S. Lately, he can’t get enough of me, which is exactly what I’ve been trying to achieve.
Alie G: Likewise.
I put my phone down and prop my pillow against the wall as a makeshift back rest, hurriedly peel off my clothes, and slide under the comforter. Now that I’m awake, this might take a while…
Tig: Happy New Year.
Alie G: You’re sweet, thanks. HNY to U 2.
Tig: I’ve been called many things, sweet is never one of them. I should be thanking you;)
Alie G: Anytime!
I type the rest of my text but wait a bit before pressing send to see if he’s going to reply. When he doesn’t, I add a question:
Alie G: So, did you wish to continue our adult convo now that nobody can look over your shoulder?
Tig: What do you have in mind?
Unsure whether his question is innocent or completely inappropriate, I remind my sluggish self that the guy collects women, so,of course, it’s the latter.
Alie G: Are you in bed?
Tig: You didn’t answer my question.
Alie G: I think I just did. Answer my question, Tig;)
Tig: I’m almost in bed. Why?
Alie G: Adult convo, remember?
Suddenly Instagram seems like the wrong venue. It limits the number of PMs, so it’s not ideal when we’re chatty. I offer to switch to Messenger.
Alie G: What are you wearing?
Tig: Are you serious right now?
Alie G: Obvly.
I can almost hear him snicker on the other side of the ocean. I can almost see him gawk in his bed. I can almost sense shivers roam across his disgustingly tattooed body.
Alie G: Is there a problem?
Tig: You’re asking a lot of questions tonight.
Alie G: So are you, but you don’t answer any of mine;(
Tig: I’m just… shocked. Isn’t that a guy’s line?
Alie G: Wrong answer: I hate labels and stereotypes. And it’s January 1stso I thought we’d start fresh. Just wondering if you’re wearing a tux.
Tig: Lol.
