Page 24 of Electric Blue Love
The small gesture, thanking me for something that I’d never even considered a favor – even as her fake boyfriend, filled my chest with a warmth I didn’t understand. My mind wandered to Bianca and what part of me I’d shown her. And what part of her she had shown me.
I wanted to be a part of her life in a real way, even if I had to do it under the guise of helping her with Todd. And hopefully when she landed Todd, which I had no doubt she would, we could be… fuck, I didn’t know. Friends?
I packed up for the night with thoughts of Bianca and the trip I’d be making back to Connecticut next week. I was torn about telling her we’d be in the same city again, so I decided to hold off. My little 8B might pull back if she thought she was going to have to face me. If things went well over the next week, I’d tell her once I got there.
I hoped she would be ready to see me again because for the first time since I’d learned of the last-minute trip to Connecticut, I was looking forward to it and the only reason I could come up with for my unexplainable feelings… Bianca.
“Bianca, get outhere!” Tasha yelled from the living room.
I opened my door just a crack. “Give me five minutes. I just got out of the shower.”
My already speeding heart rate quickened as I dropped the towel and stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. It wasn’t a lie, Ihadjust gotten out of the shower ten minutes ago. But I’d already applied my makeup, going intentionally heavier on the eyeliner and mascara and gotten dressed – or half-dressed anyway. In just a bra – the black lacy one I’d accidentally given Court a glimpse of that first night – and a pair of jeans worn with holes and permanently stretched out from wearing them so much, I tried to remember everything Court had told me about sexting.
No vag shots. Gross, that definitely wasn’t a problem.
Keep it vague.
What else had he told me?
I pulled my comforter taught, giving the appearance of a made bed and laid on top of it holding my camera above me. I angled it left, right, up, down – ugh, how the hell had Court made it look so effortless?
I snapped a few photos, trying to capture the same pose Court had. I didn’t see the appeal of a little cleavage and bare stomach, but he had told me guys were always up for sexting, so I couldn’t go wrong, could I?
I selected the best of the photos and sat up in my bed to come up with a message to go with it.
Me: Whatcha doing, handsome?
I jumped off the bed after I pressed send and pulled a tank top on over my head. Court and I had continued talking every day. My days started with sending him a good morning text and ended with him telling me good night and sweet dreams over video chat. It had been awkward initially, to treat him like someone I was dating, but he’d been right – it had made me feel more confident. Court was a fun fake boyfriend. And now I was ready to conquer sexting.
My phone rang with an incoming video call and I smiled as I answered. “Hey.”
Court’s face filled the screen. A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and, as usual, my stomach flipped at the sight of him.
“Hey, sweet girl,” he crooned above the background noise.
I couldn’t make out his location, but it was loud.
“Hey,” I repeated self-consciously.
His eyes wandered down to my now covered chest. “Looks like I missed the free show.”
“Ha. Ha. So, how’d I do?” I bit my lip nervously.
“Perfect.”
I grinned wide, mentally giving myself a gold star.
“Ifyou were a dude and trying to send a chick a picture of your non-existent six pack abs.”
Okay, so no gold star.
“Take your shirt off and stand in front of a mirror.”
My face must have shown the panic I was feeling.
“Relax, 8B. You can keep the camera pointed at your face. I’ll walk you through it.”
Awkwardly, I pulled the tank over my head with one hand while I kept the camera pointed away. I brought the phone back up to my face as I stood before my mirror.
