Page 63 of Shattered Silence Duet

My heart skips a beat at her casual use of the L word. I knew what she meant, I just wanted to be around her all the time, too. She was like a magnet that pulled me in.

Me: And if you were here, what would you want to do?

Angel: I don’t know.

Me: I’m sure you have some ideas…

Angel: You could give me some options.

Me: Hmm.. alright.

Me: Would you want to do something fun, relaxing or exciting?

Angel: If I chose all 3, what would you suggest we do?

Me: We could start by watching tv while we sit on the couch snuggling and eating popcorn.

Angel: That sounds fun.

Me: Then as you get more and more comfortable you’d lean against me, and I’d put my arm around you, stroking my fingers over your hair.

Angel: That sounds exciting.

Me: No, that’s the relaxing part.

Angel: So when does it get exciting?

Me: When you turn your face to mine and I kiss you. Then I’d lay you down on your back and press myself against you, worshipping your mouth.

Dom said to keep it PG-13, but a little sexting couldn’t hurt, right? But when a few minutes have passed, and she hasn’t replied, I worry I’ve scared her off.

Me: Did I scare you, Angel?

Angel: I just… didn’t know you felt that way.

Really? After all the flirting and hugs, she still didn’t realize I was attracted to her?

Me: Angel, I care about you… a lot. Not only are you beautiful on the outside, but you’re sweet and kind and I love being around you.

Angel: Do you really mean that?

Me: I do.

Angel: Thank you Jasper. I care about you, too.

Me: I wish you were here right now so I could hug you.

Angel: Me too… but also…

Me: also…?

Angel: But also, I’m dying to know what a kiss from you would feel like.

I drop my head back on my bed and groan. Fuck if that doesn’tget me hard. Not wanting to leave her hanging after being so bold and open with me, I quickly respond.

Me: It’ll happen angel, when the time is right.

There, that response buys me a bit of time, right? Why did Dom have to tell us to keep it PG-13? I was playing the part of an eighteen-year-old, and there was nothing wrong with an eighteen-year-old kissing a seventeen-year-old. But in reality I’m twenty-two, and although five years isn’t a lot, I am lying to her.