Obsessed

7

I didn't immediately respond to the text message.

I didn't know what to say or if I even wanted to talk to him or not.

I opened the Instagram app, typing his @ name into the search bar and going to his page. I began to scroll through his pictures.

The most recent picture on his page was of him and Kyle with no caption. The picture was posted yesterday and from the scenery, I could tell it was taken in the diner.

This nigga must think I'm stupid.

I clicked his Instagram story and began to click through to see if anything interesting stood out.

I clicked through the story which mainly consisted of selfies and boomerangs of random moments throughout his day.

I figured there was nothing there to find, but as soon as I motioned my finger to swipe out of his story, it went to the next post which was a picture of Kyle with a heart drawn around his face.

It was clear that there was something going on with Kyle, in which case, what could he possibly want with me.

Maybe it was about what I had said to Kyle and he wanted to confront me about it. I mean, it wasn't like I lied. And plus, the little bitch shouldn't have started.

I exited out of his story and continued to go through the photos on his page. I searched the likes and comments for a few of the photos, noticing Kyle's name almost every time.

I had already made my decision by that point. I wasn't going to respond because I had nothing to say to him and he had nothing to say to me.

In the midst of swiping away from one of his phots, I accidentally liked it. Shit!

I removed the like and cleared out the Instagram app as fast as I could, hoping that he didn't notice, but boy was I wrong.

Moments later, I received another text from AJ.

So you can lurk on my page, but won't at least talk to me

I read the message over and over again. I didn't know if I was overthinking it, but this sounded like something more than just him possibly wanting to talk about what I had told Kyle.

My curiosity wouldn't let me ignore him any longer, as much as I felt that I should.

I went to the messages app and opened his thread. I sat for a minute, reading the messages again before thinking of a reply. I began to type.

What do you want t

"Did you get out the clothes for me?" I heard Omar asked. I hadn't even noticed that he'd walked into the room.

I dropped my phone onto my face out of complete shock. You could imagine by now that my face was kind of sore.

"Ooh. I'm sorry I scared you" Omar said walking over to me and placing a kiss on my cheek. I quickly grabbed my phone and locked it, not wanting him to see who had texted me, even though nothing bad was said.

"You're good. I honestly forgot. Let me get them for you real quick" I said walking over to my dresser and grabbing a set of clothes for both him and I to change into.

"You finished in the bathroom?" I asked Omar, grabbing the clothes I had pulled out for me.

"Yeah, yeah" Omar said, dropping the towel from around his waist.

I'm not sure if he forgot I was standing there or what, but I was in complete shock at what I was seeing. As much as I wanted to make it less obvious that I was staring, I couldn't look away.

I heard his faint laughter in the background, but I was too mesmerized by his naked body. He had a nice body shape and everything on him was sized just right. Everything.

"You must like what you see" he barely got out through all of his laughter.

"Yeah, whatever. Just wait until I get out" I winked before heading off to the bathroom.

I got to the bathroom and realized that I had left my phone back. I quickly jogged back to the room before I got another unexpected message and had to deal with the repercussions.

"I forgot I need some music" I said to myself, but I was intentionally loud enough so that Omar would hear me.

I needed to justify why I had damn near flew back into the room to grab my phone when it hadn't rung and I was about to get into the shower anyways.

I walked back to the bathroom, looking down at my phone screen.

There was yet another text from AJ. I forgot that I was responding to his message and just suddenly stopped.

This time, it wasn't an actual message though.

Attachment: 2 images

I was afraid to open the messages because I didn't know what I'd see.

I couldn't understand why AJ was all of a sudden so interested in speaking to me when just yesterday, he said if he wanted something between us to happen again, he'd let me know.

That was just it. He thought that we were gonna speak on his time and when he was ready.

I went to the messages app and swiped left on the message, preparing to delete the thread as a whole.

Once again, my curiosity got the best of me. I opened the thread which revealed two images in invisible ink.

I swiped away the ink from the pictures to reveal exactly what I expected to see; his nudes.

I couldn't deny that they were nice and it looked exactly how I remembered.

I found myself drooling over he images and just shortly after, positioning one of my legs onto the toilet so that I could send one back.

I typically didn't send nudes and I'm not sure if I was just horny or if it was because it was AJ, the guy I had always dreamed of having, that I was doing this.

Before I could think twice about what I was doing, I hit send, immediately locking my phone.

I sat my phone down and walked over to the shower to run the water. I held my hand in the water, waiting for the temperature to reach my desired warmth.

My phone began vibrating and I quickly dried my hand on my towel before grabbing it.

I mentally rolled my eyes at the call. It was an incoming FaceTime call from AJ. We ain't never did that before.

I debated answering the call before ultimately moving the slider to the right and waiting for it to connect.

I didn't say anything when it did. I looked at his face in the camera, waiting for him to speak.

"I guess that's what I gotta do to get you to respond" he said smiling and it took everything out of me not to blush.

"I was replying the first time, but I was doing something" I said only a little above a whisper so that he could hear me, but Omar couldn't.

"Well I really wan- need to talk to you. My dad's letting me use his car. I'm coming to get you and I'll be there in about 45 minutes. Be ready."

Before I could say anything back, the call had ended and within a few seconds, I was in the shower getting ready.