Page 110 of Test the Ice
Either you’re having second thoughts about sexting, or Charleigh woke up.
Since he loves to act like he knows me better than I think, I send him for a curve.
Me
Maybe the sexting is just that good that I was preoccupied.
Malaki
Mic drop
A laugh bursts out of my mouth.
Me
Kidding.
Malaki
Good, because that’d be breaking the rules.
Me
There are rules?
Malaki
Well, yeah, Dimples. So far, all I've said is that I’d be touching your hip. You have to do what I’d do if I were there. No other touching allowed.
My first instinct is to defy him, but then this whole texting exchange would be over. I’m sort of enjoying it. The anticipation of his message is exhilarating, so instead of putting a stop to it, I sink down onto the bed and get comfy.
Me
Okay, fine. So nothing more than minimal touching as of right now. Got it.
Malaki
You got my t-shirt pulled up high so you can run your fingers along your hip and stomach?
I glance down and squirm, because of course I do.
Me
Yes.
Malaki
Show me.
A shyness comes over me, but it only lasts a second. I think about the other night, and I’m suddenly filled with confidence. Remembering Malaki’s rushed hands and his earth-shatteringkiss had me thinking I was the most desirable thing he’s ever seen.
I snap a photo, angling the phone to show my legs, panties, and bare stomach. His t-shirt lays just above my naval, and part of me wants to pull it up even more.
Malaki
Look at you…already mastering sexting.
I blush from the half-compliment.
