Try.

A few minutes went by and then he sent one.

I clicked it open and could feel how high my eyebrows jumped. It was a good picture. It wasn’t even a joke, just a great picture of him. He was smiling with sunglasses and a hat on, standing next to his car. It was obvious that he had just raced or something. Banners and flags were in the background. He just looked relaxed and happy. The hard edges of him were still there, but a little softer.

I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting a good picture. I was expecting dark rooms and blurry photos for him to hide himself in. Not a full face, smiling photo of himself in broad daylight. I’d really got to know Kye all of two weeks, and suddenly every perspective I had of him kept changing.

Daisy

Wow.

I felt pathetic, not even knowing what to say to him. Not even knowing what I thought now. I mean, he had always been hot in an off-limits type of way, but every minute I spent with him seemed to make him even better.

It felt freeing knowing that this relationship was fake, and even if I did want to kiss and flirt with him a bit, there was no harm to it.

Daisy

That is definitely getting to be my phone screen. I think I would make that guy my screen even if I didn’t know him. Is that what you look like when you don’t have the murder scowl on your face?

Kye

I have been told often by my friends that I have resting bitch face.

Daisy

You do, but damn, that guy is just…

Kye

Just?

Daisy

Hot. That guy is really fucking hot.

Kye

Just a heads up - that guy is me.

Daisy

And I can barely believe it. Give me another one lol.

Kye

Hold on.

I waited as another photo came through and I almost threw my phone.

He had taken a photo in the mirror, nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination. I could see tattoos scattered around, but he wasn’t completely covered in them. Although, I would imagine one day he would be at this rate. He must have taken a shower because his damp blonde hair was a mess, but he was scowling in this one. The typical Kye scowl. The one that made people step out of his way and think twice about fighting with him.

And somehow I found it even hotter.

Kye

That was to hopefully pay you back for your photo.

Daisy

What is going on? Why are you so hot? How have you hidden this so well? I mean, I guess I knew you were hot, but this different. This is…how is this happening?

Kye

Hidden? I don’t hide it. I also don’t always walk around with my shirt off so that could change things.

Daisy

I mean it could help get more girls? They might feel better about the scowl if your shirt is off.

Kye

I don’t want more girls. And just because you’re scared of me, Daze, doesn’t mean other girls are.

Daisy

I’m not scared of you.

Kye

Maybe not as much now, but you were. You picked me out because I could kick your dumb boyfriend’s ass and wouldn’t hesitate to, not because you thought I was cute and cuddly.

Daisy

Okay, that might be true.

I had used Kye that first night, nearly betting on how scary he could be to save me the embarrassment. Now, I realized I might had misjudged him. There was more to Kye than tattoos and scowls, and I was surprised to find how much I liked him.

I rolled over, still staring at my phone. I was about ninety percent sure Kye was flirting with me, or at least trying to, and I couldn’t contain the excitement it gave me.

Kye

Goodnight Daze. Enjoy the photos.

My mouth dropped open, the little devil emoji making me smile.

I was expecting grumpy, crude, dangerous, partying Kye. I was expecting a guy that I wouldn’t want to spend more than twenty minutes with, not this.

Maybe it was a fluke, a different side of Kye because we were pretending to date. Maybe he just felt like it was safer and easier to flirt because of that, too.