Texting the wrong number never felt so right.
It started with a not-so-innocent text that I meant to send to the guy I was casually seeing. Things were moving slowly, and I decided it was time to spice things up.
Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me.
Him: Who is this?
Me: Indy. Who’s this?
Him: Wrong number.
Me: Oh crap. I’m sorry.
Him: I’m not. What’s your address?
Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or decide to do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over.
Me: . . .
