The least I can do is see what he might want, right?
And so, I take my phone from the coffee table and check.
Aaron:Kinda really miss your biiboes.
Aaron:Bppburs.
Aaron:Boobies. Got it.
It should be a little too early for him to be drunk enough to mess up words like that. If I’m not mistaken, it’s only five p.m. for him.
Please tell me I have not caused him more problems with leaving…
Lily said he was heartbroken when I left, but that was to be expected. Now it’s four weeks later and he can’t possibly still be that down because of my absence, can he?
Looking around myself, I try to see if someone is anywhere nearby. But who should be? Julia went out with some friends; my mother is at some neighbor’s house and my brother has long been moved out. So it’s only me at home. For now.
And my dad won’t be home for another twenty-something minutes.
Which means…
I take off my shirt, followed by my bra. God, I’ve never sent nudes to anyone, let alone taken some but I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Lying down, I open the camera and bring my phone up high enough to capture me from my waist up.
Yes, yes, it’s smarter to take a picture without your face in it in case they get leaked, blah blah. Aaron wouldn’t leak them, he’s a bit too possessive of me to do so.
After taking at least fifty pictures, I quickly put my clothes back on before spending some time deciding which one’s the best. And once I found it, I select it and send it before I could overthink this.
From the moment I send the picture, it doesn’t take long until my phone starts ringing in my hands. Despite the little kick of anxiety in my stomach begging me not to pick up, I do.
“Sofia?” Aaron’s voice comes through the phone. He sounds a little breathless, but not drunk at all. “Did someone hack your phone?”
I laugh, only to stop when I hear Aaron gasp.
“You sent me a picture of your boobs, Sofia. And trust me, I know they’re yours because yours are basically burned into my memory.”
He wanted it, did he not? “You indirectly asked for it.”
“Yes, but… Damn.” He clears his throat. “Alright, uh, if I had—wow. If I had known it’d only take me asking for nudes for you to respond, I would have asked four weeks ago.”
I wouldn’t have sent it then, but I’m not saying that out loud. Instead I say, “Should’ve tried.”
“Fuck,” he cusses, and I just bet he’s got his eyes closed. “Sofia? I just want to let you know you killed me with that picture.”
I get up from the couch, pacing up and down the living room. “Where are you?” I ask, hearing some muffled chatter and music in the background.
“Brites with the boys,” he answers, his voice choked like he is holding back tears. “Jesus, I’m so fucked. I’m sorry.”
“Figured. Took you three whole tries to spell boobies,” I chuckle.
He groans. “Don’t say boobies, Icicle.”
“Why not?”
“Because I will have to sit down in Colin’s car and whack one off if you do.”
I’m about to respond, tease him a little more when I hear the front door open. My father is home early, and that I did not count with. “Listen, my dad just got home…”
“Uh-huh.” He breathes heavily into the phone. “Can I call you later?” He sounds a little scared, reluctant. Like he fears that the second we hang up, he’d never get to speak to me again. But he will.