“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
I crossed my legs as I read the text, immediately turned on. My plans for the night were getting high and watching The Mandalorian with my roommate, but I could be persuaded to change the itinerary. Because it was from Kyle.
Kyle and I met after he catcalled me from his truck. I’m normally a killjoy feminist who has no time for any of that, but something made me give him a chance. Probably the fact that he’s really hot.
I moved across the country shortly after we started hooking up, but we continued to occasionally reunite for dirty texting sessions.
Three years later, I’m back in the city where we met. I ran into Kyle once at the gym, and as soon as we started texting again, I realized it probably wasn’t over.
I told him to come over in a couple hours. I hopped in the shower to shave my legs, wash my hair, and calm my nerves. I was more insecure and less experienced the last time we actually fucked and I wanted to show off some new skills. I slammed a White Claw in the shower, hoping it would help. Dressed in my favorite black crop and spandex shorts.