Chapter 19: A Video call

I knew I should have responded to Julian but I was seriously too busy freaking the fuck out.

‎He knew what I look like. That was bad. So very bad. Why exactly this was bad, I was not sure. But the black hole feeling in my stomach was telling me so.

‎He thinks I'm beautiful, a much more calmer part of me thought blissfully. Without make-up. Yes, okay, that I was very happy about. But it was still bad...right?

‎Gnawing on my bottom lip, I tried to think clearly. So what if he knows what I looked like? It wasn't like he could track me down with just an image. I mean, yeah, okay, he also knew my first name but I didn't have any kind of social media so good luck there, buddy!

‎Come on, really, Sara?

‎I shook my head at myself. I knew Julian wouldn't do anything like that. I was just freaking out and thinking irrationally. He was a good guy and I trusted him. If I didn't, I wouldn't have given him my real number.

‎Breathing in deeply, I lifted my phone up to my face and read his messages again.

‎Damn, I hope she does.

‎You're fucking beautiful, by the way x

‎This time, I allowed myself to smile and embrace the warmth which filled my stomach at his words. He was so sweet, with just the right amount of dirty. He hopes I was a biter... Naughty pictures filled my head and I squeezed my thighs together. I'd be a biter for him any day.

‎My thumbs hovered over the touch-screen keyboard as I considered what to respond to him. Deciding that honesty was the best policy, I went with:

‎Sorry about that! It was meant for my girl friend but my other friend is a total dick. I don't make a habit of sending half-naked pics to guys. I'm glad   you like it though. I added a small smiley face.

‎A thought popped into my head and I quickly typed:

‎Since you've got a pic of me...maybe you'll be open to sharing one of you?

‎I nibbled at my finger nail as I waited for his response. I hoped I didn't make him uncomfortable by asking for a picture but I honestly did want one of him. I was curious as to what he could look like. I had a image of him in my head but I dare say it wouldn't look anything like him. A few seconds later, I get a reply.

‎Ah, that makes sense. I did think it was a bit odd since you'd never mentioned anything about us exchanging pictures. I'm glad it happened, though. Maybe I should be thanking your friend. He ends the text with a winky face.

‎My lips curled and I got ready to send him a response when another texts comes through.

‎Sure, you can have one of me as long as you'll excuse my appearance. It's been a rough day at work and I haven't had a chance to shower yet.

‎.. Again, I started to type my reply, my heart jumping into my throat at the thought of finally seeing his face, when yet another text came through. Only this time, it wasn't words; it was a picture.

‎The picture I'd been waiting for.

‎My lips parted and my heart falls back into my chest where it does a funny little dance. A slow breath escaped me and I couldn't take my eyes away from the selfie he'd sent me.

‎Gorgeous didn't even begin to describe him. Chiselled cheek bones, whisky coloured eyes, lips so full it almost looked like he was pouting. A day or two worth of stubble covered his lower face.

‎He looked tired but still managed a small, lop- sided smile for me. His black hair was a mess, looking as if he'd spent a good portion of the day running his fingers through it. Full lips and dark eyes. Having taken the picture from directly in front, I could see he had a large adam's apple and broad shoulders. His shirt, from what I could see, was completely white.

‎"Oh my god," I said in astonishment. Honestly...the guy looked like a model. I found it hard to believe someone like him needed a sex operator to get him off. He must of had women falling all over him. I mean, he was a fire-fighter for fucks sake. It was like every girls wet dream.

‎It made me wonder if he was being truthful with me, or if he had been lying all along and knew exactly how to draw a girl in.

‎Worried and paranoid, I bit my bottom lip and finally text him back.

‎Is that really you? Or are you screwing with me?

‎His reply didn't come in the shape of a text. Instead, I get a notification about an incoming video call.