Page 104 of Test the Ice
Me
Trust is a fickle thing.
It takes him a few minutes to text back, and by the time he does, I’m pacing the bedroom.
Malaki
That isn’t an answer.
He’s not going to give up until I answer him. I know it.
Malaki
Don’t let him make you untrusting, Dimples. He’s done enough.
My paces stop, my phone like a brick in my hand.
Malaki is playful and light-minded nine times out of ten, but then he says things that make me pause, and I realize he’s so much more than he lets on.
I type something that sends a line of fear through me.
Me
I do trust you.
I shut my eyes and flop onto the bed with my phone pressed against my chest.
Malaki texts back quickly.
Malaki
I won’t betray it.
Please don’t.
Malaki
But now…I have another question.
Thirty-Five
MALAKI
I slowly chew my steak,only paying half-attention to my coaches. We’ve moved on from strategy building to trying to predict who will win what game and who we’ll play after we sweep the Coyotes.
I’m floating after rereading Reese’s text. She trusts me, and that means so much more to me than I expected.
I hope I don’t fuck it up with this next text, but after the other night, I know she’s gotta be feeling the remnants of my mouth on her just like I’m remembering how good her skin felt against mine.
Me
Have you ever sexted, Dimples?
I tip my beer back, the sweating glass moist against my hand. I wipe it on my pant leg, and it just so happens, my phone is laying there for the taking.
Reese
Do you consider someone sending me unsolicited dick pics sexting?
