Page 68 of Lucky Shot
Loren Van Doren
I think what I’m wearing is fine. Send me the address. I’ll be there soon.
I send it along and then I wait. Tapping my fingers on my steering wheel. Resisting the urge to text Demi because I don’t want him to know about this growing anxiety yet. I don’t necessarily understand it. Crowds have never been my favorite thing, but that feeling I had at the gala… I honestly thought I was going to pass out. I couldn’t catch my breath or see straight.
It was miserable.
Instead of concentrating on it, I click into my text conversation with Demi and a smile settles on my lips. He’s so damn sweet.
Last night, I wore a nightie for him. Which was a little strange since I was alone in bed, but I sent him tons of pictures at so many different angles, I was pretty proud of the contortionist I’d turned out to be.
I received every favorable fucking response under the sun. Excitement. Awe. Gratitude. Admiration. Praise. Arousal. Possession.
All that carried over to this morning when I sent him a picture of me in jeans and a t-shirt. It was the same. Every bit of it.
I’m not an emotional person by any means, but the way he responded in both moments just made me feel wanted. Not superficially, but like he really understood. Like he saw beneath the surface of what my skin showed him. Beyond the clothes. He sees me more and more. I show him a little more every day.
He reveals as much as I do. Except….
Me
You haven’t sent me a pic yet. Not even one.
I stare at the screen. Waiting. Waiting.
Then the little spinning circle notification lets me know that I received a photo, my heart is racing as it loads. This is it. I’m going to get my first glimpse of him.
It pops up and I immediately click on it, so it fills the screen. My breath catches because I can already tell he’s fucking dreamy. He’s at the gym. Sweaty. His tank is clinging to him as his arms flex in the mirror. I take in his short shorts, tight around his thick thighs.
Me
Goddamn!
Demi!!
Lol. I hope that means you approve.
Me
I’m sorry. I’m in error mode right now. You broke me. I’ll let you know when I get back online.
Demi!!
Haha. I thought you had a carnival thing today.
Me
I do. I’m waiting for my friend. He’s meeting me.
I bite my lip and add:
Me
He’s straight.
Then I wince. Fuck, that sounds pathetic.
Demi!!
