Supposed to Zoom, he's out for a burger. 90 minutes later, I'm in my pajamas and reclining in bed, watching a movie.
"You decent?"
Shit I guess I'm not, I sleep in girl-boxers and a tank. I grab a dupatta and text back "link?" and minutes later we're connected.
God, he's cute. I've never kissed anyone with a beard. You idiot, you've only kissed one man. I can't but imagine what he'd feel like - good? scratchy? Would it help or hurt if he went down on me? My inner thighs twitch at the thought.
We're joking about the dupatta and talking about the party i went to last night, when I reach behind me to grab my green tea. One hand on the tea, one hand on the dupatta, the laptop shaky on the bed, I almost spill it. I'm trying to do damage control when I hear a squawk.
Glance back, but my cup wobbles on the plate and i have to drop the dupatta to just steady it with both hands. Why is he looking poleaxed? I look down and I've lifted my leg to reach the bedside table behind me, and my knee is poking out. Shit he thinks I'm not wearing pants
with horror I realize what things might look like from his perspective. Random stranger he's met on a dating app. Video calling him at midnight. Wearing scanty / no clothes.
fuck
Should I acknowledge it? My brain automatically goes to humor, but I just simply cannot come up with anything funny about being naked. Point it out and deny it? That would just make it seem like I'm protesting too much. So I do the only things I can do - ignore it happened.
I turn around "cup got wobbly" i say mildly, he's still a little slack jawed. "so anyway, I escaped by 1 am eventually. How was your evening"
I see his jaw tick as he processes the question, and then his brow furrows and he takes a breath and then mentally shrugs and answers the question.
For the rest of the conversation all I can think about is how to pretend to be as non-sexy as possible, and by the house he's relaxed and seems to be wondering if he imagined it.
I feel SO bad for judging shirt-less dude now.
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