Innocent Seduction

Chapter 6: Typing…

My room was dark except for the pale glow of my laptop screen and the faint blue of Discord open on my phone. The fan hummed softly above me, but it did nothing to cool the heat sitting thick on my skin.

Evren was online.

Little green circle glowing like a beacon. A portal into his world. Or at least the version of it he let me see.

I lay on my stomach, feet swaying behind me, chin propped on my pillow. My phone felt warm in my hands, or maybe that was just me. My body still pulsed with leftover tension from earlier—from sitting beside him, from the accidental touch of skin, from watching his lips part ever so slightly when he was focused on his work.

I’d replayed it all a hundred times already. Memorized the sound of his pen scratching across paper. The slope of his shoulders beneath his hoodie. The low murmur of “maybe” that nearly undid me.

Now I had him here. Again.

Almost.

Me: hey :)

Simple. Harmless. Like I wasn’t lying here in a tank top and underwear, thighs pressed together, phone clutched tight like it was part of me.

He didn’t reply right away. He never did. It used to drive me insane.

Now it just fed the ache.

I watched the screen. Waited.

Five minutes passed.

Ten.

I stared at his little profile icon, imagined what he might be doing. Was he on a call with friends? Lying in bed like me? Shirtless?

Sleepy? Thinking of me?

He probably wasn’t.

But I was.

Thinking of him.

My fingers ghosted down my stomach, slow, absent-minded. My eyes never left the screen.

And then—

Typing…

My heart jumped.

Evren: Hey

Just that. Dry. Plain. Completely unaware of the chaos he caused with three letters.

I grinned, biting my lip.

Me: still thinking about our class earlier.

Me: I didn’t know we’d be seatmates 👀

I waited. Imagined his fingers tapping the keys. What did he look like when he texted? Did his mouth twitch with a smile when he read something he liked? Did he pause before answering, carefully picking each word? Or did he just… type?

Evren: yeah, kind of random

Evren: didn’t know you were good at math lol

Me: there’s a lot you don’t know about me ;)

I watched the message sit there. Watched the typing bubble appear again, then vanish. Appear. Vanish.

Was he overthinking? Did I go too far?

No.

It was subtle enough.

I flipped onto my back, stared at the ceiling, phone balanced on my chest. My body still buzzed. I wasn’t touching myself—but I was close. The desire simmered under my skin like a fever. Just from his name lighting up on my screen. Just from the fantasy of him reading my messages, shirt rumpled, hair messy, that same quiet expression on his face.

Evren: like what?

God. He took the bait.

I let my thumb hover over the keyboard, savoring it. I didn’t want to scare him. Not yet. But I wanted to leave cracks. Let him feel the tension without fully understanding it.

Me: Maybe I’ll let you figure it out. slowly ;)

Then I put my phone down. Let the anticipation build.

I wouldn’t reply again tonight.

Let him be the one refreshing the chat for once.

Let him wonder.

He had no idea he was already tangled in something he wouldn’t be able to escape.

And I was just getting started.