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Ruby stared at the screen, her heart doing this annoying little stutter at his words. What do you want?
It was a simple enough question, but the way King asked it—so direct, so confident, like he was already anticipating her answer—made something tighten in her stomach.
She exhaled, rolling onto her side, the glow of her lamp casting long shadows on her wall. Part of her wanted to brush him off, to act like this wasn’t getting to her. But another part? Another part liked the way he was talking, the way he seemed genuinely offended on her behalf.
Text to King: Right? Tell me about it. You’d think at the very least, I’d get a damn reaction.
She hesitated, then added:
Text: Not that I care. Obviously.
Which was a lie, but she wasn’t about to let King know that her ego was so easily damaged.
Her eyes flicked back to his last message, and she couldn’t help but picture him—lying there...
Text: Y'know, I don't think I've ever seen your body... A shirtless picture wouldn't hurt for starters
text: what do you want?
he asked without a second thought because king was a pretty confident guy atleast in himself, and he trusted that she wasn't going to share it with anyone. not that he would mind if she happened to because like he'd said he prided himself on thr way he looked.
text: you sent him THAT and he left you on read?? amazes me. does matter what i was doing i would atleast send you a damn emoji.
text: not very curteous of him.. jackass.
he shifted a fraction for a moment, preparing himself to have to remove some more clothing again or have to move into a different position with better lighting depending on how this conversation went.
text: like i said, what do you want in return?