Page 11 of The Player and the Single Mom
That response was not unexpected. I wasn’t serious anyway. Unless she had said yes, then I might be.
I really should be watching the game. There was a tackle who had switched from right to left during the season as a rookie. I wanted to see how he was making the transition.
Instead I texted Sera again.
Sexting is great foreplay.
My daughter randomly picks up phones. No sexting. In fact, I have to delete all these texts as I write them and read them.
Okay.
I didn’t want to push her anymore. I respected that she had a lot on her plate and it might be hard to explain it if she was spending nights away from home. Nor did I really want to talk a woman into wanting to see me or talk dirty to me.
I tossed my phone onto the couch and focused on the game. It was going to be a long fucking six weeks.
