Page 52 of For Your Heart
Sure. See you tomorrow?
Me
Yes.
I wait for anything else. It doesn’t come, so I close the app and gingerly set the phone on the arm of the chair as if it might explode. Then I face Jordan and River. They’re watching me expectantly. Biting my lip, I can’t explain the hurt curling in my chest.
I’m already too far gone. No matter what happens, he’s not going to look at me like Jordan does River. This is going to end with me in pieces. I can feel it.
But I can’t do anything to stop it.
Seventeen
SAGE
While I goto sleep feeling a little better about the situation, even though I’m trying like heck not to read too much into it, I’m even more confused the next morning. Damon and I have exchanged numbers, of course. But our text exchanges had always been minimal. Are you there? Want company? That kind of thing.
Yesterday evening was the first time that it’d been about something other than hooking up. And this morning? I woke up to a text. Though I tried to ignore the way my stomach jumped and my heart raced, it couldn’t be helped.
Damon
Good morning. Are you feeling better this morning?
“No, I’m not reading too much into this,” I say as I smile too widely at my phone. My hands are shaking, so I ignore the text for a minute. Completely ignore it.
By that I mean I just don’t respond yet. It’s not like I can stop thinking about it!
Finally, on my way out the door, I send a reply.
Me
Yes, thank you. I’m on my way to work.
The screen is still awake on my phone when I set it into the holder so I see the bubbles bobbing.
Damon
Have you ever heard of a chastity cage?
I frown and watch the road for a minute. A what? At the stop sign, I type out a quick ‘No, what is it?’ and then close the screen so I don’t get in an accident. I might have broken several traffic laws on my way because my mind is solely focused on my phone that pinged almost right after I sent the text.
By the time I pull into the parking lot, I barely put it into park before I have the phone out of its cradle and I’m swiping it open. What I see stops my heart. There’s a text image of a soft cock trapped in a metal contraption. A little lock on the top.
It looks horribly painful. Or… constricting? Why would you do that?
No, wait. Why am I getting hard looking at this?
I tap out of the picture and see the text that follows.
Damon
Want to try it?
Oh. Oh, oh, oh. I’m panting, staring at his words and the picture when there’s a knock on my window. I jump, dropping my phone in my lap, and stare at Damon outside my door. Clicking the phone off as I open the door and step out, I know my face is ten shades of red. Maybe a hundred.
And jeez, his smile does nothing to assuage that.
“So… what did you think? Want to try it?”
