Decisions

I hastily took out my phone and looked at the waiting message. Jess again.

"This must be one essay of a reply I'm waiting for! 0_0 I've never seen 'typing...' flash up so much".

"Haha. Bit of patience, stranger. This deserves an essay in order to properly catch up doesn't it? Couldn't be managed with oh I don't know, a random picture off of a pack of condoms for example..."

"Typing..." from Jess' phone. I smirked.

"O... U liked that didya? I jus saw it and thought of u that's all heheh".

"That's all"? I muttered to myself grinning. "So...." I typed "you saw a picture of some cartoon cocks, ...thought of.....me (?) and then thought I'd like to see them? Not sure what that says about me to be honest."

Forty or so minutes flashed past very quickly while Jess and I messaged back and forth. Having not spoken to Jess' in so long, I was beginning to remember how much fun it was. Wry comments and a fair amount of flirty nonsense from her was something I'd been sorely lacking lately. And I was enjoying it. I was brought back to the reality of the fact that I was sitting in the bathroom texting my ex girlfriend by a hammering on the door from my current girlfriend.

"Do I need to call you a doctor or something?"

"What?" I called back, nearly dropping my phone.

"You've been in there for ages. Are you ill or something? You've missed the rest of one episode and most of the next one." While the... tragedy of that loss was something I'd have to come to terms with, I knew that Laura wouldn't have been understanding if I'd disclosed that my ex Jess had been chatting to me all this time. I sent a hasty "Gootta go. Talkk son" to Jess, cursing the god awful predictive text on my handset, and then quickly closed the tabs for my messages and called back to Laura on the other side of the door.

"The milk might be off" I lied, flushing the toilet.

"That's disgusting" came Laura's reply. And in some respects, she was probably right. I'd not even thought about Laura while locked in conversation with Jess, and felt better than I had in a long time. Running the tap, I internally reprimanded myself for what I'd done this afternoon. I'd gotten carried away with Jess and a bit of friendly attention, I'd aim to curb it next time and remember that her and I split up for a reason. I dried my hands and there was a buzzing from my pocket.

"Had to leave in a hurry, mister? ;) I think I understand. Talkk wenn yoooo cann :p x❤️"

"Steve! Can you hurry up already?" came my girlfriend's shout from the sofa. I felt a little bit like my decision whether to keep talking to Jess' was being made for me.