Him:Hmm, no, LOL
I chuckle. I like him flirting. Tucked here in bed, under the duvet, nice and warm, I feel safe and secure and… loved? Is that too strong a term? Maybe not. He does make me feel loved, as a friend.
Him:Can I ask you a question?
Me:Of course
I wait for him to ask something about our next public engagement together.
Him:What color are your nipples?
Shocked, I give a short laugh.
Me:Kingi!
Him:What?
Me:Jeez
Him:I’m curious
Me:I’m sure you are
Him:So? What’s the answer?
I feel a surge of naughtiness, born no doubt out of the champagne and wine.
Me:They’re very, very light pink
Him:Fuuuuuck
Me:Does that meet with your approval?
Him:Now I have a hard on
I inhale, my heart banging. Kingi Davis with an erection… over me… oh my God. This conversation has taken a distinct turn. I should bring it to an end right now, before it degenerates into something I regret in the morning. I’m not blind drunk, but I know I’m tipsy enough to erase some of the concerns that I’d otherwise be having right now.
Oh, fuck it. Tamati wasn’t a great texter, and it’s nice to message someone who has good spelling and grammar, and is sexy and has a sense of humor. What a great combination.
Chapter Fifteen
Chessie
Me:Pics or it didn’t happen
Him:Don’t tempt me
Me:Then I don’t believe you
Him:Girl, you shouldn’t tease me
Me:Or what?
Him:Or I’ll shock you
Me:I think you’re all talk
Him:I’m really not but I know you’re tipsy and I don’t want you to regret this conversation tomorrow