There was a pause. I imagined her staring at the screen, as though she were deciding whether to advance or retreat. So far, she had never retreated.
You still haven’t answered me.
Addy: I’m lying in bed.
Addy: Fully clothed, if that’s what you’re fishing for.
I wasn’t fishing.
My grip tightened around the phone.
I just wanted to know if you were restless like I am.
Addy: You make it sound like that’s my fault.
I mean … it’s notnotyour fault.
Addy: Kind of sounds more like a you problem tbh.
For now, maybe. She had no idea how close we actually were to it becoming a very real problem for her, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
The things I’d fucking do to you, Little Devil. I’d shut that sassy mouth of yours right up.
Addy: Big talk from a guy who got locked up as a teenager
Harsh
Addy: Hypothetically, just out of curiosity…
Addy: How exactly would you do that?
How about you come and find out
Addy: Haha.
Addy: Just admit you’re all talk. It’s fine
When I get out of here, I’ll show you
That’s a fucking promise
When, not if. And once I left this shithole behind, there would be nothing stopping me from getting my girl.
Addy: What if I want you to tell me now?
Show me how badly you want it and I might consider it.
Here, I’ll even go first
My phone wasn’t the newest, but the camera was good enough to get the job done. I angled it down, for once grateful for the threadbare material of the white shirt I’d been issued, and snapped a picture of my abs silhouetted against the cotton.
If she zoomed in, she might even catch a glimpse of the outline of my cock against the orange jumpsuit. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I hit ‘Send’.
Your turn
Addy: You want a picture?
Yeah