Joanna:Who is this?
Frowning, I start typing.
Joanna:Ha! KIDDING. I know it’s you, Maguire.
Me:I was going to ask how many people you know who’d say they miss you.
Joanna:There are a few. My mom and dad. My older brother.
Me:They don’t count.
Joanna:Oh and you do?
Me:I definitely count. What are you doing?
Joanna:I’m in bed.
Me:What are you wearing?
Joanna:Are you trying to turn this into sexting?
I mean if she’s cool with it…
Me:I’m not opposed.
She sends a bunch of laughing emojis. Then a string of peach emojis.
Hmm.
Me:What’s up with the peaches?
Joanna:You have to know what they represent.
Me:I definitely do. And that’s one of my favorite things about you.
Joanna:My ass??!!??
Me:Yeah.
Joanna:It’s too big.
Me:No, it’s fucking not. It’s perfect.
Joanna:You have lust on the brain. Take another look at it. It’s too big.
Me:Send me a pic. I’ll be the judge of that.
Joanna:I’m not sending you ass pics.
Me:Way to ruin the sexting vibe.
I’m chuckling and sporting a semi. This girl…
She really gets to me.
Joanna:There has to be trust in sexting. We don’t know each other that well. I wouldn’t want our conversations getting out.
I’m wounded. Does she think I’d share our texts with other people? The only one I’ve ever shared stuff with is Cam. And when it comes to Joanna?