Brandon
Long enough for it to be a little heated, maybe me shoving you into a wall and squeezing your ass.
Taylor
*checks time* I’m not used to getting texts like this so early in the day.
Brandon
Early bird gets the worm.
Taylor
If I told you to be here at 9:15, would you actually show up?
Brandon
Yes.
Taylor
What about work?
Brandon
I will bump any meeting to see you today.
Taylor
You have to leave by ten because I have a lot of shit to do today.
Brandon
You got it.
Taylor
My roommates won’t be here BTW.
You are not going to fuck her yet.
Brandon
Taylor
See you at 9:15 then.
19
Brandon is obsessed with me, and I love it.I reread the text.I feel like making out with you. Hot. If Brandon is good with his words in bed, then I might have to marry this guy. I giggle to myself and then start to feel stressed. He said making out. He didn’t say anymore, but he did use the devil emoji and that typically means more than kissing. I’m open to it though, all of it.
I don’t typically shower until after lunch, but I’ll shower now—just in case there is more. With a towel wrapped around me, I stare at my closet. Yoga pants? A T-shirt dress? T-shirt dress. Easy access. I’m smiling to myself as I pull on a push up bra and thong. I wouldn’t usually wear a thong with a T-shirt dress, but I want him to grab my ass.
Back in the bathroom, I scrunch my hair so it’s more curly than wavy and brush my teeth, imagining how this might go. What if he just kisses me for a couple of minutes and then leaves? What if he is being literal and is only going to make out with me? My racing heart is signaling that I am very excited for any of it.
Brandon
Buzz me in.