Page 36 of Sparks
Gorgeous.
He was a big, sexy man with dark hair and scruff on his cheeks. Barrel chest. Not skinny at all. The kind of man that made a thick girl feel small.Me likey.But the thing I liked most about Ren was that he wasn’t perfect. He had a small scar under one eye, and his teeth were the tiniest bit crooked, but that didn’t keep him from giving a huge all-American smile. It gave him even more character.
Hi handsome, I said, wondering how cheesy my pathetic attempt at flirting would seem. And then I tacked on:I love your smile!
I next messaged back the grad student from NYU who’d told me good morning. He had huge brown eyes that dipped down at the corners and gave him a chill look.
Good morning back! What are you up to today?
The NYU student wrote right back.Studying. Then hitting the gym. Want to join me?
At the gym?I asked.I’m not really a gym girl. But I like to take walks and do pilates at home.
Within seconds of sending my response his profile and our message thread disappeared. What the…? I clicked around and blinked at my phone. Did he just ghost me? What a prick! Excuse me for not being a gym rat! Indignance and hurt rose up automatically and I took a couple deep breaths to squash it down. He was a stranger. He wanted a certain type of girl. That was his prerogative. No use getting offended by it.
Thanks.The message popped up from Ren, the big sexy fireman. He was in Elizabeth, New Jersey, which wasn’t far. I bit my lip when I saw the three dots appear, notifying me that he was typing. Then he said:Flight attendant, huh? We should get together n trade stories. I bet you got some good ones.
Okay, his grammar wasn’t stellar, but I could handle that to an extent.
Yeah, you put out real fires and I put out the hypothetical kind, lol.
Lmao. People r assholes. I can’t imagine the shit they put u thru.
It’s good for the most part, I admitted.I guess it has its bad moments like any job. But you get to be a hero and face real danger, so thanks for that.
Anything for the people.
“Awwww!”
“What’d you say?” Beth called from the living room, startling me.
“Nothing!” I called back.
My fingers flew over the keypad.I just literally said aww out loud.
Not trying to be crude but I literally said godamn when I saw that pic of you n the tight jeans. I’m a ass man, so wow.
I held back a grammarly cringe and let his words settle over me, causing a blush to warm my cheeks.
I’ve got plenty of that, I told him.
Thank God!!
Now I was bigtime cheesing.
U seem cool.Do u have any other pics?
My whole body tightened. Was he asking for nudes? And then a picture popped up and I held my breath. Please don’t be a creeper!
Holy…wow. Ren wasn’t shirtless in any of his profile pictures, but the one he sent was from an upward angle, no smile, looking like a beefcake badass. He had a patch of dark hair on his chest, wide delicious shoulders, and a thick waist that tapered into strong hips. Basketball shorts were slung low on said hips, and hello bulge.
It was suggestive without being perverted. It was exactly the type of picture to send a warm tingle through me.
I love that picture, I told him.Hold on and let me look.
My heart was ticking at a nervous, excited pace. I knew damn well I didn’t have any remotely sexy pictures other than the few lame ones of me in my bathing suit. Could I take one now? Just a little experiment? Without pondering too long, I kicked off my lounging pants. I had on black cotton boyshort underwear. My heart was really beating now. I should have felt shame but all I felt was a crazy thrill.
I struck ten different quick poses as I lay there, not getting my face in any of them. One in particular made me stop and stare.Damn, Harlow.I was leaning back with my hips slightly twisted, one knee turned inward. My thighs, tummy, and hips looked plush, like an underwear ad. Biting my bottom lip, I sent it to Ren without a second thought.
