She wasn’t going to message him.
Not first.
Not tonight.
At least… that’s what she told herself.
It was already past midnight when she picked up her phone again.
No new messages.
She stared at his name for a moment longer than she should have.
There was something about him…
Not obvious.
Not loud.
Just… controlled.
She could message him.
A simple line. Something casual.
But that wasn’t the point.
She didn’t want easy.
She wanted to feel something build.
Still…
Her fingers moved before she could overthink it.
“You’re still awake… aren’t you?”
She pressed send — then instantly felt it.
That shift.
That quiet tension between sending… and waiting.
His reply didn’t come immediately.
Good.
She didn’t want it to.
When it finally appeared, she felt her lips curve slightly.
“Maybe. Depends who’s asking.”
She leaned back, letting the moment sit.
He wasn’t rushing either.
That was rare.
“Someone who’s been thinking about you.”
She sent it before she could second-guess.
Not too much.
Just enough.
There was a pause again.
Longer this time.
She imagined him reading it…
deciding how to respond.
And for some reason, that thought alone made her pulse shift.
“That sounds dangerous.”
She smiled this time.
Slowly.
“Only if you want it to be.”
Something changed after that.
She felt it.
The conversation wasn’t just words anymore.
It was rhythm.
Timing.
Energy.
Minutes passed between messages — but it didn’t feel distant.
It felt… intentional.
Like neither of them wanted to break the tension too quickly.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked.
She hesitated.
Not because she didn’t know.
But because she knew exactly how to say it…
without saying too much.
“What it would feel like… if I was there.”
Her heart beat just a little faster after sending it.
Not nervous.
Aware.
This time, his reply took longer.
She liked that even more.
“I wouldn’t rush anything.”
She exhaled softly.
That answer…
was exactly what she didn’t realise she was waiting for.
“Good.” she typed.
Then added:
“I don’t like being rushed.”
There it was.
The truth — but still wrapped in something softer.
Something controlled.
She put her phone down for a moment.
Just to feel it.
That quiet pull.
That anticipation sitting just beneath the surface.
When she picked it up again, his message was waiting.
“I think you like the slow part.”
She stared at it.
Then smiled.
Because he understood.
“Maybe…”
A pause.
Then—
“Or maybe I just like the way you think.”
She knew something now.
Something simple.
Something real.
This wasn’t about attention.
Or passing time.
It was about the way he didn’t rush her.
The way he let the moment build.
The way he left just enough unsaid…
to make her want more.
And as the night stretched on, message by message—
She realised something she hadn’t felt in a while:
She didn’t want this to end quickly.
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