Page 10 of Text Me A Kiss
K_Kitten: What do you think?
Five minutes of constant phone-checking later, he replied.
L’Art_of_Illusion: I think you’re missing a little something there if you’re heading to ballet.
I sat down, still wearing the blue leotard I’d bought yesterday just to wear for practice.
K_Kitten: What do you mean?
L’Art_of_Illusion: I might be wrong, I’ve only seen a couple hundred ballets, after all… but aren’t you supposed to wear tights?
K_Kitten: Yeahhh, but I wanted to show you some new clothes I got.
L’Art_of_Illusion: I’m intrigued….
Before I could finish changing, my phone dinged again.
L’Art_of_Illusion: And waiting….
The tiny smirk on my lips didn’t belong with the bright red leotard I tugged on. Fixing my hair, I raised my phone and tapped the camera.
K_Kitten: There’s this one
K_Kitten: And this one
K_Kitten: And….
The red leotard sent, the white one with the thick strapped back sent, and then, the third photo sent.
L’Art_of_Illusion: ….Damn.
I could just imagine him staring at the picture of me standing a little sideways to the mirror, hips akimbo in my tights and one hand playfully pushing up my hair as I modeled a new, lacy, black bra I had bought today.
Devious, mischievous, I put on my clothes again and took another picture of me with one thoughtful hand on my chin.
K_Kitten: Let’s play a game.
L’Art_of_Illusion: A game?
K_Kitten: A game. We’ll each pick something common for a house. Whoever posts a picture of it first gets a picture of the other after they take off one piece of clothing.
L’Art_of_Illusion: A stripping game?
K_Kitten: You shy? I want to see your body. I don’t need to see your face if you don’t want me to.
Wow, I sounded thirsty. Did I care? Not really. I was tired of waiting for Pridamant to quit being the good guy, and I didn’t feel like wasting time being suggestive and waiting for him to catch on.
L’Art_of_Illusion: Alright, you’ve got yourself a game. What to find first?
K_Kitten: Scissors! Go!
I ran into my kitchen and flung open the drawer I knew had scissors in it. But where? Paper, pens, candles, old coupons, sandwich bags, nail clippers….
These items all littered my countertops before I managed to find the buried treasure. My picture snapped, then sent….
...a split secondafterPridamant sent his photo of scissors.
K_Kitten: Awwwwwww