"I don't like your uptight style. I prefer the wild type," I said dismissively.
Lyman narrowed his eyes.
I sensed his anger.
I yanked my hand out of his grasp, bolted out of the car, and sprinted toward my class.
During the lesson, I received a message from him.
I checked it out, and my mind went blank.
It was full of his abs pictures.
Each one was more suggestive than the last.
Startled, I quickly flipped my phone face down on the desk.
After a few seconds, I calmed down.
But I couldn't resist my LSP (Little Pervert Syndrome) tendencies. I ended up scrolling through each photo from top to bottom.
He had me completely figured out.
This wasn't me.
But one of the pictures caught my attention again.
His shirt lifted just enough to tease but not show everything.
"But isn't it lame not to go all the way?" I thought.
Then another picture caught my attention.
Eight-pack abs and Adam's apple paired with a tie.
Leading down to...
Could his pants get any lower?
In my head, I was cheering, "I want to see more!"
Then more messages from Lyman popped up.
[Say something.]
[Don't play dead.]
[I know you've seen it.]
[Wild enough?]
[Does this meet your taste?]
I didn't reply.
He sent a picture of a sniper rifle.