Page 38 of Run For Me
DarkRaven: Hey, handsome.
After I send the message, I feel stupid. I regret the handsome part, the nerves over how he’ll react making me wish I could delete it.
And it has nothing to do with me not knowing what he looks like—Yes, his body is sexy as sin, but this has everything to do with the fact that I am blatantly flirting!
JournalThief: Handsome? Am I talking to the right girl?
Of course, he had to pick up on that and call me out on it. I slap my hand to my forehead and groan. I’m such an idiot.
Yet, I can’t help but feel a tinge of excitement too. He knows me well enough to mention it.
And that… well, I don’t know what to think about that.
DarkRaven: Yeah, it’s me. Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.
JournalThief: Don’t be sorry. I liked it.
I chew on my lip and smile. He liked it? My stomach flutters, and I want to know more about what he likes because knowing I can do something he enjoys, well, I really like that.
DarkRaven: I’ll do it more often.
JournalThief: Please do, little dove.
I get a thought then. I’m still floating above the clouds on my good mood, and the urge to be flirty with him is too intense to ignore. For the first time, I give into one of my dark thoughts and play into this to see where it will go. Can he really be into the things I think about, or is he just messing with me?
DarkRaven: Yes, sir.
JournalThief: You’re playing with fire…
DarkRaven: Fire is dangerous.
DarkRaven: But I can handle it.
JournalThief: Are you sure about that?
DarkRaven: Absolutely.
JournalThief: Fine. Two can play this game.
JournalThief: Tell me your favorite position, little dove. I need to know how to take you the first time.
This isn’t the first time he’s brought up sex, but it is the first time he’s been so direct about it and asked me a question like this. Before, it was small comments and remarks. Things I could ignore and laugh off.
God, I wish I could feel this good every day. I wish every moment it was so easy to be open about who I am. I wish I didn’t have so many worries holding me down. This feeling of being free? It’s addictive.
The only way I’m going to keep this going is by being honest. Open and honest with who I am.
DarkRaven: I wouldn’t know.
JournalThief: What does that mean?
Without over-thinking this and not wanting to waste time beating around the bush, I go with the most direct answer I can give him.
DarkRaven: I’m a virgin.
The dots on the screen dance on and off for a full minute.
Then my phone rings.
