12:21AM. I stare at my messages and press Dominic's contact. Our chat opens and my fingers hover above the keyboard before I close out and lock my phone. I repeat this for five more minutes before exhaling loudly and sitting up. He said it himself last week; he's a phone call away if I decide I want to sleep with him. That's what I want. In all honesty, it's what I've wanted for over a year. And for the past week, it's been the only thing on my mind. I stare at the condom on my dresser. I open Dominic's chat and type out a message before deleting it and trying again. I finally draft the perfect one before closing my eyes and pressing send.
Nova: You up?
I stare at the screen and cringe when I realize how I sound. At least it gets my point across. It only takes a couple seconds to get a r
