R L Kenderson

Wrong Number R L Kenderson

Texting the wrong number never felt so right. It started with a not-so-innocent text that I'd meant to send to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and I'd 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 do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over. Me: . . .