More Flirting Games by Stella Wilkinson

Author:Stella Wilkinson [Wilkinson, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
Published: 2013-05-28T00:00:00+00:00

“Who is this?”

He smiled again at her boldness. He was pretty sure she knew perfectly well that the text message complimenting her on her new haircut had been from him. She had suggested he text her sometime and ten minutes later, he had. He still didn’t know why he did it. But now she was just punishing him for taking months to text her by pretending she didn’t know it was from him. But she was trying to play a master. He could see straight through it.

That is, he was fairly sure she knew. Or maybe he wasn’t sure at all. Perhaps she had a lot of boys sending her messages? There was no doubt she was a pretty girl. And it was true he had never given her his number so maybe she genuinely didn’t know who it was from?

Just in case she did know and was trying to play it cool he had waited a couple of days, reviewing her reply. His instinct had been to text her straight back, with an outraged: “It’s Jack!” but he held himself in check. That was surely exactly what she had hoped would happen. Girls could be manipulative and if she were trying for a reaction she wouldn’t get it. At least not straight away; she had waited two days before replying. Two could play those games.

He checked the time. It was after midnight, so strictly speaking he had let three days go by.

Maybe it was time to respond. If she then waited another two days to answer then he would know for sure she was just trying to appear aloof and it was all an act. Somehow he hoped she wouldn’t. He’d had a few glasses of red wine with dinner. It had been laid on for the adults and as he was nineteen in a few weeks he counted as an adult now. The wine was still in his system, making him feel like he wanted to keep going, but everyone else had been ready for bed. If he’d still been at University he and his mates would have gone looking for a party, but at Compass Court he heard only deathly silence.

He had briefly considered knocking on Anne-Marie’s door and seeing if she wanted to take up their kiss where it had left off on Christmas Eve under the mistletoe, but he didn’t know which was her room and was bound to wake up the wrong person if he went blundering around the girls dormitories. In truth, Anne-Marie wasn’t his type anyway. She had just been the only girl there worth kissing.

He wanted to text Sophie back. Sophie was certainly his type to look at; she’d be anyone’s type, he thought. But he had been put off by her keenness. He liked her when she was fun and flirty, he hated needy and easy.

Though to give her credit she had never once called him after their night together. She could easily have gotten his number from Rose. But she hadn’t, she wasn’t needy.

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