I was red all over, almost competing with the anthocyanin in a ripe apple as I stared at the screen, waiting for Toby’s reply. I knew he had seen it—I had seen the typing bubble pop up as he started typing, but then it disappeared, and I was going crazy.
Was it inappropriate?
Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have sent him that, but I wanted to do something fun for a change, and I thought that would be the perfect idea.
I guess I was wrong.
I tapped on the picture, ready to delete it, when his message popped up.
“Goddess, you are f*****g beautiful!” With a fire emoji!
My insides turned to jelly, the butterflies flapping wildly in my stomach, and I was kicking my legs on the bed in excitement.
“I know right, I try.” I typed out a reply while trying to be subtle and not to give off the fact th
