Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

12. Sexting

Curious, I opened the screen and read the message. "How are you feeling?"

    Right now that could mean a thousand things. A, was the guy that had slept over last night, that I knew. I went through my contacts again. Like a big dummy, his was the first under A. I must not have been paying too much attention this morning. A didn't really sound like what I would put in my phone. I knew it was short for his name, and I wasn't that drunk to not put in his full name. I mean I was very drunk, but still. It just wasn't like me. Taking him home wasn't like me. Something was wrong here and this guy had all the answers. I'm not too sure if I want the answers just yet, or even if I want to text him back. My phone buzzed again. "You okay?"

    Well he must not be too much of a jerk if he is asking about me, not hey let's go hang out and do things and stuff. If I wasn't going to be like me with him, I might as well continue. I ticked away on the touch screen. "Peachy." One word responses tend to mean, I am being nice by responding, but leave me the eff alone.

    I waited, wanting to know how hard this guy would try and when nothing happened, I moved to set my phone down on the table. Before I could even make contact, it vibrated again.

"Last time you said that you were drunk and needed help getting home. Don't tell me it's a repeat of last night." I felt the corners of my lips raise slightly.

    "I wouldn't know, I don't remember last night." His text back was almost immediate.

    "I was the perfect gentleman, mostly." Mostly? What the fuck did he mean by that? Did we kiss, or did he cop a feel? My heart thundered at the possibilities. And this ass had the nerve to text me. Just then my screen lit up.

    "I might have used your toothbrush....." I couldn't help but giggle and say ewww out loud to myself. Okay, I might be able to do this guy.

    "What else happened that I should know about?"

    "You snore." I scoffed and started ticking on the screen.

    "I do not. I guess that means you didn't sleep on the couch." His response took a little longer, but it was still pretty fast.

    "Too tall, and it didn't have a beautiful girl sleeping on it like the bed did." Oh my god. panic.

    "But we didn't do anything right? I still had my club clothes on in the morning." I started bouncing my knee and biting my lip waiting for his response. Why was he taking to long to reply this time. Okay, I'm going to count to ten and then text him again.

    one
    two
    three
    four
    f-f-five
    six-x-x
    se-even
    buzz. I stared down at the response and let out a whosh of breath.

    "We did things, but no and stuff. You slept like a corpse and snored. I tried to sleep, but kept waking up to the sound of the great outdoors. Grizzly bears and lumberjacks mostly." I chuckled and let out "ass" between breaths. I needed to get down to business.   

    "Did we kiss?"

    "Gentleman do not kiss and tell."

    "If we didn't kiss, then you can tell me and still remain a gentleman."

    "No."

    "No, we didn't kiss or no you won't tell me?"

    "We didn't kiss, but if you're heart broken over it, I can change that."

    "No thanks. For all I know, your'e an 80 year old man with a crusty face and saggy boobs."

    "lol eighty year old men don't text, and they don't usually go out to clubs."

    "Touché" I thought for a moment, I still had questions I wanted answers to and this was going pretty good. "Why did you stay over last night if we didn't do anything? Why not just go home?" His response wasn't immediate, but it was still quick.

    "It was late and I live across town. It's not very often I get to sleep next to a gorgeous woman." Something about that didn't seem right, but I quickly forgot it after his next text. "Do you regret it?"

    "Can't regret something I don't remember. What's your name by the way? I only have you as A in my phone. For all I know that could mean asshole."

    "It could mean alluring, attractive, arresting, appealing, astute.... I could go on."

    "I think asshole fits pretty good right now." Jerk

    "Aaron."

    "Gema."

    "I remember your name, I wasn't the one that was drunk."

    "I thought it would be polite to introduce myself sober. Sue me."

    "It would be polite if it was in person."

    "I don't know if I want to see you for the first time again.... It must not have been worth remembering." I bit my lip and waited on his response. Flirting via text was better than I remember. If it wasn't going well, I could just set the phone down and be done. Way better than having to make an excuse to walk away and feel eyes watch your ass leave, literally.

    "Ouch, that one hurt."

    "You asked. Send me a pic and I might remember you." Worth a shot at least.

    "Sexting already tsk tsk" My mouth dropped and my lips rose into a grin.

    "Not what I meant." A minute went by with no response, maybe I offended him? Or maybe he was considering it? I was about to type out an apology and explain myself when a picture came across my screen. I tapped on it to make it bigger. No face, but damn he had a great looking body. Nice pecs, not to big but not small. His nipples were pierced, and it kinda made me laugh at him but was kinda hot at the same time. Amazing abs that were defined, but didn't look ripped. Dark wash jeans that rode low on his hips, but I didn't see the waistband of his underwear. Maybe he did commando? Ugh, that's disgustingly hot if he does. I saved the image to his contact info and changed his name from A to Aaron. This one is a keeper, even if it is only to text for tonight.

    "I bet you would remember this if you saw it."

    "Damn right I would have, Now I know we didn't do anything." I can't wait to show Shelly the stud that went home with me, even if we didn't do anything but sleep. This is soo what I needed to get out of my funk.

    "Where's my pic?"

    "You remember me, you don't get one."

    '"Don't make me beg." I rolled my eyes. No way I was going to send this guy a good pic of me. I just wanted a pic of his face, not something out of playgirl. An idea popped into my head. I've got it. I whipped out my phone and took a picture of my legs on the couch. I made sure not to go to high up, so he couldn't tell if I was in shorts or not. I had one knee bent and the other straight. It didn't look half bad actually. I pressed send. I bet this is how tweens sexted.

    "As much fun as this is, I think I'm about to go to bed."

    "Need a cuddle buddy?"

    "Need a glass of water thirsty?" Wow that was kinda bitchy

    "No, but those legs would look nice intertwined with mine, in a non sexual way, but only if you don't snore again."

    "GN Aaron."

    "Sweet dreams Gemma,"

    I clicked off the tv I hadn't been watching for the last half hour and headed to bed. I was about to crawl in, when I noticed a stuffed bear sitting neatly in the center of my pillows. I don't own any stuffed animals. None. I looked around and listened, holding my breath for any noise, waiting for the boogy man to snatch me up. The house was still. I jerked the bear off my bed and looked him over. His fur was soft under my touch, but the tag didn't give anything away about what brand he was. I looked him in the face and his black beady eyes stared back at me. On a whim, I sniffed him. My fingers lost control and he tumbled to the floor.

    My guardian angel had stopped by, leaving me a present.