R L Kenderson

My 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: . . .