Wrong number

4

    You were just getting into bed when your phone chirped, alerting you to an incoming text. You swiped it off your night table and saw it was from Bas, it was photo. You unlocked your phone and opened the photo.
It was a reflection in the bathroom mirror, just of his back. His dark locks were pulled into a low knot at the base of his skull, his broad shoulders took up much of the photo. He must of snapped it after he had got out of the bath, trickles of water slipped down the contours of the muscles in his back. You could also make out the definition of the triceps in the back of  his arms, he kept his face out of picture which was now driving you nuts. One thing was for sure was your text buddy worked out. Underneath the picture it was captioned.
'A pic for a pic, night y/n'
You weren't even sure how to reply to that, dear god. You shut the screen off and flopped back on your bed, the man's back was the best thing you had seen in your life. He put all the losers you ever dated to shame, and you just had phone sex with him? Seriously, did that actually just happen?
It seem to take for ever to fall asleep but when you did you dreams of that muscular back. Running your hands across it.

It was late the next day, curled up on the couch with Emily, the soon to be bride, watching Civil War for the hundredth time. The two of you were getting ready for Infinity Wars coming up. You were having a Marvel movie marathon, popcorn and pizza littered your coffee table. You heard the buzz from your phone, watching as the screen lit up.
Your heart leapt, you reached out to picked it up.
Bas: hey sexy legs, how's your day going.
You smiled wide unlocking the screen.
You: doing better now, how was your flight? Btw that was one hell of image to go to sleep to.
     "And who are you texting?" Emily's coy voice drew you back.
     "Just a friend?" You replied, unsure how to reply to her.
     "No, people don't start beaming over a friend texting like that." She grinned pausing the movie, turning to face you. The phone vibrated in your hands.
     "If I tell you, promise not to freak out?" You say, the phone vibrated again.
     "Promise." Her eyes went wide, giving you all of her attention now. You glanced down at your phone.
Bas: flight was okay, Chris was bugging me. He saw me texting you last night at the bar. Wanted to know what was going on.
Bas: as for the pic, glad you like it. ;)
     "Text him back and then tell me everything." She giggled, you felt your face flush up.
You: what did you tell him, cause I'm about to get twenty questions from Emily.
     "So you remember that day at the coffee shop, you know when Isabella chewed me out!" You started, hoping Bas would text you back so you knew what to tell her.
Bas: just the truth. You had been a wrong number, that never stopped texting. Lol. He started laughing and asked why I was still texting back.
     "Anyway, it was a wrong number." You started to explain, she nodded willing you to go on. "And we've just kept texting."
     "Seriously? That's all?" She raised an eyebrow at you.
      "Yes, it's easy to talk to him. It's nothing against you and the girls but, I don't have much in common with you guys anymore." You didn't mean for it to sound the way it did, and out of all your friends, she would be the one to understand. "I love you guys, I really do. It's just he listens, and gives me feedback especially on my writing."
      "No, I get it." She smiled warmly at you, you sighed in relief. "So have you met him yet?"
      "No, and the odds are I won't. He lives in New York." You replied, regretfully.
You: so why did you keep texting me? Lol. Not that I'm complaining.
      "Well, I'm glad you have him to talk to then." She smiled, turning the movie back on, just in time to watch Bucky rip the motorcycle out from under the guy and flip onto it.
Bas: cause you had me hooked at ritual sacrifice. So what are you and Emily doing?
You: watching a movie, been watching movies all day actually.
Bas: what movie, btw, Chris is bugging me to tell you hi.
You: Captain America civil war. One of my favorites. Hi Chris.
Bas: oh yeah, your man is in that one. That stan dude.
You: oh shut up you. He's gorgeous, and incredibly talented.
Bas: oh really?
You: did you not see him in once upon a time as the mad hatter? Plus, the way he plays off Bucky in Captain America winter soldier was amazing.
Bas: meh, he's okay. I mean isn't the star of both those movie Captain America?
You: I'll give you that, but Captain and Bucky's relationship is the dynamic of the whole movie including the first. It's what drove him to go into the Hydra lair was to get back his best friend.
Bas: I have a feeling I'm about to get a whole lot of crazy over analyzed fandom thrown at me again. Just like the last time I argued that RDJ made a better Sherlock.
You: have you given Benedict's Sherlock a chance?
Bas: yes.
You: and?
Bas: we are not getting back into that argument.
You: there is no argument, you know I'm right. Cause if you didn't think so you'd still argue with me on it, both you and I know that.
Bas: so what did you tell Emily?
You: HA! Change of subject, knew it.
You: just the truth, it was a wrong number at that one point. But that we kept talking. Though I didn't include last night into it.
Bas: yeah, I'm not telling Chris that happened. He would razz the shit outta me for that.
You: I'd get the mother hen treatment, so yeah.
Bas: why?
You: cause I'm the baby out of the group, she's been my best friend longer then the rest of them? Who knows.
Bas: but your a grown ass woman, you want to have phone sex you can.
You: and you won't tell Chris again, why?
Bas: very different situation.
You: shh Bucky's on.
Bas: such a fan girl.
You: I'm not a shamed, I'll admit it.
Bas: dork.
    "So what all do you two talk about anyway?" Emily asked, you glanced up at her and chewed your lip.
    "Well, I've sent him multiple stories I've been working on. Other then that how our days are going, we talk about movies and music. About our friends. I don't know,  just talk." You reply with shrug as phone went off multiple times in a row. You looked down.
Bas: shit, he's going to kill me, but i don't think you know but he talks about you a lot and doesn't realize it.
Bas: this is Chris btw, Seb set his phone down. I don't know who you are but you make him happier then he has been in a long time.
Bas: freaking punk, I'm going to kill him. Brb.
      "And evidently he talks about me." You say shaking your head, grinning like an idiot. Her brows knotted together. "His friend Chris got a hold of his phone, and sent me two texts."
      "Uh oh, sounds like trouble." She replied giggling.
      "To be honest it sounds like something his friend Anthony would do, not Chris." You chuckle, She wiggled her eyebrows at you. "What? Told you we talk about our friends."
You: well if you murder him you need an alibi.
Bas: you're my alibi.
You: um, I'm not even sure where your at.
Bas: London.
You: I'm still in the us.
Bas: well shit, now what am I going to do? Do you think it's possible to stuff a six foot, two hundred twenty pound man into a mattress.
You: depends, what size mattress?
Bas: king size, duh
You: yeah, I think you could pull it off but your name will still be on the hotel receipt.
Bas: not helping.
You: there's the Thames River? It's always a thought.