He tapped the heart button on his screen—next to her comment, coloring the heart shape dark pink. Before he could back out, he looked her up from his private account to shoot a DM to her.
BRENNAN: Of course it was the best you’ve ever had.
Okay. He was officially losing his mind. He was now even messaging the girl?And fuck if she didn’t respond immediately.
ERRIN: Cocky much?
He hoisted himself up the bed into a sitting position, with his back against the wall, and crossed his feet with his long outstretched legs before typing his reply.
BRENNAN: You’ve seen nothing yet…
She was typing, and he smiled, thinking she surely would sass him after his not-so-subtle innuendo.
ERRIN: If you’re about to send me a dick pic… don’t bother.
He laughed and plotted a sharp response, but another message already popped up.
ERRIN: Now if you’d send me a pic of your hairy chest instead… I’m totally here for that.
Hairy chest? What was that supposed to mean? He kept his chest hair neat, no overgrown hairy jungle for him. She already sent another message, giving him no time to respond.
ERRIN: You can pick any part of me… what would you like to see?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.It’s Errin he’s messaging here, not some random chick from the pub. He was playing with fire, but what was he to do now? Stop and not respond? Well, that would be just rude. Not to mention a dick move.
Okay. Think.Nothing overly sexy, to direct their exchange into PG waters, so to speak. When thinking of Errin, what would he picture? Hmm, right. Should he send his request? She would hate his answer and wouldn’t go for it. No doubt.Ah, fuck it.
BRENNAN: Your smile.
He kept on typing, but she also typed. He hit send to beat her to the punch, because he wanted to give more explanation about the reason he wanted her smile, out of everything he could have picked.
BRENNAN: But I don’t want the smile you give to everyone.
She typed and typed, like she had deleted her original answer and started her reply all over again.
ERRIN: Oh, so now I even have special kinds of smiles? Quite the revelation.
He was about to reveal way too much here, but he wasn’t backing down now.
BRENNAN: You have a smile for every fuckin’ stranger at the pub. The smile that says you’re in for a friendly conversation.
He kept on typing.
BRENNAN: You have a special smile for your family. If they’re around, your eyes light up like Christmas lights.
He hit send and kept typing.
BRENNAN: But whenever you and Pops are together, your smile is contagious. It even makes me smile.
Okay, there was no stopping this now…
BRENNAN: But the smile I want from you… is the smile you haven’t given to anyone else before.
He doubted she would send him something at all, but as if on cue, a picture popped up on his screen. Would she play along or try to skirt around his sudden but obvious interest in her bubbly persona? He hadn’t even realized he’d observed her like this in these past months.
Asking for a picture of her tits or arse was in Errin’s case much more of a safe bet, being more impersonal than what he’d asked of her now. He’d seen enough of Errin in the brief time she’d lived in Austin to know one thing for certain: she didn’t let anyone get close to her. Well, except her family. And possibly his grandfather.
He tapped the picture to enlarge.Hmm, figures.Such an Errin move to send him a picture of her perky tits instead. Anything to maintain a certain emotional distance between them. Now, there’s definitely nothing wrong with these smaller, but still beautiful round globes, pushing against the dark purple lace. It was like they were just begging for him to suck, nibble and bite them.