It happened just one time before. You got a text from an unknown number, saying something about meeting half an hour later. You didn’t think much of it, you wanted to answer them that they had the wrong number, but you forgot.

Now, while you were staring at the picture the unknown number - well, now you were sure it was a he behind the phone - just sent you. It was definitely an impressive length and you couldn’t help but to stare at the picture a bit too long, eyes wide, mouth open. A faint blush crept on your cheeks, even though you were obviously not the one in the wrong here.

You needed to text him that he had the wrong number. It was the morally correct thing to do. Right? But the way your heart was pounding, the way adrenaline shot through your veins… It was thrilling. The idea of sending him a picture as well shot through your mind, but that would be absolutely insane… right?