Page 31 of Christmas Sunrise
"When you gotta blow, you gotta blow," I say and am relieved when she joins me in chuckling at my joke. We're still giggling when I hear my phone buzz and I reach for the bedside table next to me to swap my mug for my phone. As I switch the screen on, I see possibly the last name I expect to see.
Niall.
"Oh, this is interesting," I say in a leading tone.
"What?" Maeve asks sitting up, just as I open the notification and... throw my phone up in the air.
"Sweet baby Jesus lying in a manger!" I place both hands on my chest, my heart racing as my phone hits my shin, narrowly missing where AJ sleeps between us.
"What is it?" Maeve pulls her arms up and back. She looks around frantically.
"It's him. Niall! The man from last night!" I wag my finger at where my phone has landed on the bed near my leg.
"Oh, phew. I thought it was a spider or something." Maeve sighs, leaning back on the pillows.
"Let me tell you, this was much scarier." I continue to clutch my chest.
"What is it?"
I reach for my phone and pull in a deep breath. "He sent me a... photo."
"Oh, God." Maeve's voice drops.
"No, not of God, but of himself. With his cock out."
Maeve groans. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that. What is wrong with men?"
"I wish I knew," I say and finally feel brave enough to give the offending photograph closer attention.
Suddenly there’s a scampering sound and the door opens. Rocky rushes in and defies both gravity and his small stature by jumping up on the bed in one movement. He climbs over my legs and finally settles against my thigh.
"Hello, Rocky. You came to look at the ginger giant’s penis?" I ask him as I start to stroke his fur.
"You're looking at it?" Maeve asks.
I give her a one-shoulder shrug. "Well, now I've calmed down, I may as well assess the... damage."
When I have the image open on my phone, I can see it's not quite as bad as I first expected. It's a selfie he's taken in bed, with the phone above his head, angled down to take in his torso, which is certainly well-sculpted and covered in trimmed bronze hairs. But that's not all you can see. The camera's position means you can see all the way down to where he's holding the sheets down to reveal a thick, pink-tinged pale cock that is half-erect. His hand holds the sheets around the head of his penis so you can't see the full thing, but I can see enough to know that while it's a perfectly decent and capable-looking dick, it's definitely not the prettiest I've ever seen.
"Feeling more regrets?" Maeve asks and I spare her a quick glance. Her top lip is wrinkled and her brow is furrowed in a frown of revulsion.
"Not really," I say. It’s the truth and much to my surprise, there’s peaceful calm that comes with it. "Want to see?"
She shakes her head vehemently. "God, no."
"It's not actually as bad as I thought," I say, turning my phone on its side to get another look from a different angle.
"Honestly, why would he think it appropriate to send you that?"
"I don't know, Maeve. I get very confused by men these days."
"You weren't that confused yesterday on your flight," she deadpans, and I don't argue with her.
"Looks like he's had his appendix out. Bless him," I say still looking at the photo.
"Oh, go on then, give us a look." Maeve leans closer.
I move my phone in front of her. She glances at it for less than a second before she turns her head away.
