Publisher's Synopsis
Texting the wrong number never felt so right.
It started with a not-so-innocent text I sent to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and 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: . . .
