I hold the phone against my chest, close my eyes, and take a calming breath.Don’t be disappointed if this is about Izzy. It doesn’t mean anything one way or another.
Do my heart or my lady parts listen? No, they do not.
My fingers tremble as I swipe to open his message, and I squeak as I read and re-read the single word before burying myself deeper into my blankets.
Dylan
Hey.
That’s it. That’s the message. And with one little word, he’s got me wrapped around his finger.
Hey. You’re up late.
Dylan
Yeah. Can’t sleep. Did I wake you?
Nope. I’m watching a movie.
Dylan
Let me guess. Something with a once upon a time and a happily ever after and a whole lot of mess in the middle?
Exactly.
Rapunzel.
Dylan
That’s a good one.
It’s my favorite.
You’ve got an outlaw-prince vibe going on, you know. The hair. The charm. The dashing good looks.
Dylan
Here comes the smolder…
It’s cute that Dylan knows the line, but not surprising because I know for a fact Izzy’s a fan too. The thought of the two of them sharing popcorn and watching cartoons together adds a different type of buzz to my already vibrating body.
I reach across the bed to my nightstand and attach my phone to the charger before the battery dies and ruins my life.
The three little dots that indicate Dylan is typing keep flashing on the screen, and I can’t look away, even though the wait is long enough I nearly gnaw a hole through my bottom lip.
When his message comes through, it’s worth the wait.
It’s a picture of Dylan in his bed, taken from below his waist. His smooth, hard chest is bare, his nipples are hard, and the bulge beneath the waist of his sweatpants teases me. He slouches against the headboard and stares down the lens with a smolder that puts all others to shame.
I toss back the covers to get some cool air on my skin.
You do that well.
Dylan
Thanks. I won’t tell you how many tries it took to get a shot that really captured the smolder.
I save the image to my camera roll, then go back to my messages.