Grinning to myself, Ididconsider it. But only for a second.
Charlotte: Sorry, but you’ll just have to use your imagination.
Jayce: Already am.
Charlotte: What are you imagining?
The text message bubble remained for a long time as he typed it out. I stared at the screen and waited with bated breath.
Jayce: You’re lifting a leg out of the water, letting the bubbles slake off you like a sexy waterfall. You stretch the leg, toes curling like you’ve just been kissed. The kind of kiss that leads to more. Your hand slides over your wet skin, up your beautiful tits and across a hard nipple. They look perfect this way, with you reclining against the tub and glistening with moisture. Your hand caresses your face, leaving a trail of moisture across your plump lips, and then your hand is sliding back down. Over the mounds of your breast, across your cute little belly button and dipping underneath the water, and then…
I bit my lip, chest heaving, as I waited for the rest.
Jayce: …and then you pull your phone out of the water, snap a nude selfie, and send it to the guy who’s been giving you sandwiches every day.
I’ll admit that it gave me a really good laugh. But I wasn’t the kind of girl who sent nudes to a guy she barely knew. Even a ridiculously handsome one who I couldn’t stop dreaming about.
Charlotte: So THAT’S why you’ve been giving me sandwiches. I knew there were strings attached.
Jayce: You’ve got me.
Charlotte: As entertaining as your sext message was, my phone isn’t waterproof. Next time do your research.
Jayce: That wasn’t a sext.
Jayce: You’ll know when I send you a sext.
Charlotte: Please elaborate.
Jayce: Sure, in exchange for a photo.
Charlotte: I asked you first!
Jayce: That’s how this works, Peaches. I give you something, you give me something. And the way I see it, right now you owe me a selfie.
I considered something sarcastic, then something more flirty. Indecisive, I stuck the phone above me and took a selfie of my smiling face.Justmy face.
Jayce: As much as I like your smile, that’s not the selfie I was hoping for
Charlotte: Should have been more specific!
I waited for him to pester me more, but that was the last text of the night. Neither of us acknowledged the flirty texts the next day. I brought him a coffee, he gave me a sandwich, and we went about our community service while pretending it hadn’t happened.
But I noticed him looking at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, and I found myself doing the same.
That night, while I watched my burrito spin in the microwave, I got another text.
Jayce: How about that selfie, Peaches?
Jayce: A SEXY selfie. None of this smiling-for-your-school-photo bullshit
Charlotte: You first, hot stuff.
Jayce: What, you want a dick pic?
Charlotte: Sure. Show me what tattoos you’ve got going on down there.
Jayce: Hate to disappoint you, but there’s no ink on my junk. It’s all natural.