Page 9 of His Shy Girl

His note has me smiling until I remember exactly why I can’t go out with him. I’m defective.

Me:I don’t think it’s a good idea, Bren. I don’t want things to change between us.

Bren2025RB:Can you stop making excuses and tell me why you don’t want to meet me? If I’m not your type, fine. Just be honest about it. I can handle the truth.

Not my type? How could he not be my type? He’s gorgeous and fun. And has the dreamiest eyes and smile. And a voice that sounds like smooth butter churned in the deep South. There isn’t a single thing wrong with him. It’s me. I’m the problem.I’mnothistype.

Me:It’s not that you’re not my type. You have to know you’re really good looking. I just think we’re better off as friends. I like the way things are between us, and I don’t want something to go wrong and for us to lose what we have. Besides, I might not beyourtype. You’ve never seen me. I could be hideous for all you know. As ugly as an ogre and covered in warts.

Though, it’s not my face that’s hideous. It’s my voice. And when I speak, I do sound like an ogre. We don’t need to meet in person for me to know how this will end.

Bren2025RB:I bet you’re gorgeous, babe. But even if you looked like the Glockin Ogre from Kanturia, it wouldn’t matter to me. I’ve never met a girl like you. You’re like every guys’ dream. A smack-talkin’ little tyrant who can slay me with those gaming skills of yours. Both literally and figuratively.

I’m so thankful he can’t see my face right now because I’m positive my cheeks are crimson. It doesn’t even seem real that someone like him could be interested in me. And sight unseen. Most guys like me for my looks, but as soon as I open my mouth, they turn right back around and walk away, never even wanting to get to know my personality. Though, there have been a few occasions where I’ve been offered a “pity fuck.” A couple of guys said they felt sorry that I was going to die a virgin and were willing to have mercy on me. They’re the biggest assholes at my school.

Bren2025RB:I think you should give me a chance, babe. I just have this feeling about us.

He’s not the only one. Ever since the first day we met online, it felt like we were destined to be friends. Everything was so easy and fun between us. If I was a normal girl, I’d be saying yes in a heartbeat. It’d be amazing to spend time with him in person. Play video games, laugh, watch a movie together on my bed. But I’m so afraid he’s going to ghost me the second we meet. And then I’ll be losing the only person I’ve ever connected with, and that’s not something I can face.

Me:I think we were meant to be online friends.

Another long stretch of time passes, and I watch his icon in the corner of my screen, wondering whether he’s going to log off now that I’ve shot him down. But it’s still green. And it stays green as another minute passes without any response. But then…another picture loads, and this time he’s holding up a different sign.

But I want to kiss you.

It feels like I’m about to stroke out in front of a fireplace. My entire body is overheating.

Bren2025RB:Would you let me, Willow?

Oh God. Would I let him kiss me? Yes. I think I’d let him do anything. But if he saw the way my mouth moved when I tried to speak, he wouldn’t want to kiss me.

Me:You can kiss me in the game.

I can’t even believe I just typed that response.

Bren2025RB:Would you let me do anything else with you in the game?

That crimson heat is now flickering lower, landing between my legs. My nervous fingers are stuttering over the keys, wavering on whether I should answer. Somehow, the letters type out smooth. And before I have a chance to change my mind, my finger has already pressed send.

Me:Maybe.

Bren2025RB:I like that word, baby.

And I really like it when he calls me that.

Bren2025RB:If we were in the game, I’d be kissing you right now. Taking my time. Nice and slow. Savoring every moment. Learning the feel of your tongue as I tie it up with mine.

I hope he doesn’t expect me to respond, because I’m tongue-tied right now. All of my thoughts are melting into a puddle between my legs.

Bren2025RB:Would you let me take things further, babe?

Oh God, he wants me to respond again. I lift my clammy fingers to the keys, struggling to type the only response that I can muster.

Me:Maybe.

Bren2025RB:That word is definitely becoming my new favorite. I think if I nibbled my way up your neck, kissing along your ear, sucking my way into your favor, I could convince you to say yes.

I shudder in my chair. Squeezing my thighs together to settle the ache that’s forming between my legs, but when his next message comes in, it only grows heavier.

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