Number Neighbor

Part 6

I dropped down on the couch with my phone. Carrying my phone around was an everyday occurrence now. Talking to Colby was becoming a regular thing. And I liked it.

He wanted to know what my pet peeves were.

Sage: Selfishness. Ignorance. And I don't like when people sleep in bed with socks on.

Colby: All right. That last one threw me off I must admit. Socks really?

Sage: Yes, socks. Especially if they sleep naked. I dated this one guy who always wore black sock that sat just below his knee. And he used to bound around his place after sex with them on. Totally gross. What a weirdo.

Colby: I will remove my socks if I am ever near you.

Sage: What are you trying to say Colby?

I smirked and waited for a response.

Colby: I'm saying there may come a time when I need to remove my socks.

He matched my humor, and I was glad. Not everyone could joke with my family.

Sage: What about you? What are your pet peeves?

Colby: Fake People. Winter. And tiny dogs in sweaters.

I stood up. Tiny dogs in sweaters. That was a hoot. Mom had a tiny dog, and she sometimes put it in sweaters.

Sage: I need to take a shower. My friend is forcing me out of the house for the night. She always does this when I have big projects. I think my parents put her up to it.

Colby: Hot night on the town?

Sage: Yeah right. I'm sure something low key and trendy. That's her style.

I braid my hair and began taking my clothes off next to my bed. I dropped them on the floor and my phone chimed on my bed. Another text from Colby. I tilted my head, reading it over as I undid my bra. And grabbed it.

Colby: Send me a selfie.

I raised an eyebrow. God, I wanted him to be the nice guy he seemed to be. There was a time and a place for sex talk. We just met. I guess some things were too good to be true.

Colby: I bet you think I'm talking nudes. But I'm not.

Sage: Okay. And thank god. Because I was about to be very disappointed if you already wanted to see me naked.

Colby: Oh, I do. But believe me when I say I don't need you to send it over the phone. I'd rather it be in person if that ever happens.

Sage: You send me one and I'll send you one. Any special request?

Colby: Make the ugliest face you can muster.

I laughed out loud going into the bathroom and starting the shower. I walked back to my bed and did my best Marshall impression when had the flu and almost shit himself that one summer.

Sage: Do an impression of the rock. I want to see your people's eyebrow.

Just as quick as I sent, Colby sent one too. I grinned at his arched eyebrow and crooked freaking grin. Standing in a black and white shirt. He was gorgeous, god he was hot. How in the world did this even happen? How did the hottest guy I'd ever seen find me?