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Or you could text me a picture of them. Using your phone.
Sincerely,
Give Me Your Phone Number And I’ll Send You An Embarrassing Picture Of Myself
Oh.
Oh no.
Now,thatis a tempting offer.
My mind buzzes with the possibilities of what that picture could be. What would Dom consider embarrassing? And why would hekeepthe photo?
Dom seems like the kind of guy who would delete all possible evidence of him ever making a mistake.
Maybe giving him my number would be okay. It’s not like I can spontaneously make out with him through the phone.
I’m weak.
Sender:Maddie Sanderson
Subject:RE: RE: Travel Budget
(206) 555-6501
If the next message I receive does not have a mortifying image of Dominic Perry, I will block the number.
Try me.
Sincerely,
Show Me Your Shame
Perched on the edge of my couch, I wait for his response. On the tab of my browser, I see notifications for my work email, but I ignore them, too focused on whether I made a massive misstep.
My phone vibrates and I snatch it up.Mr.Responsible Assholeflashes on the screen.
This is a mistake. I know that before I make it. Still, I swipe to open the message. At first, I don’t know whether to be furious or thankful.
The asshole sent me a thirst trap.
In the image, a shirtless Dom lays on a beach towel, skin glowing with the start of a tan, beat-up baseball hat shielding his eyes from the sun, body on full display. My eager eyes trace the lines of muscle on his chest and the light coating of hair across his pecs. The column of his throat tempts me, that dip at the base tantalizing me.
What I wouldn’t do to lick that V marking his hips.
Fuck you, Dominic Perry. This is the opposite of embarrassing.
But my frustration allows me to focus on the whole image, and I realize he’s not the only one in the picture.
A dog stands beside the towel.
Leg lifted.
I’m admiring a photographic masterpiece that shows a sleeping, sunbathing Dom receiving a golden shower from a Doberman.
Mr.Responsible Asshole:Josh thought it was more important to geta good shot than to shoo the dog away.
I laugh.