There's defintely a reaction

Her phone buzzed two minutes later.

Emily turned it over, already grinning to herself. The photo was still vivid in her head—the mirror, the angles, the way her finger had done all the work. She expected awe. Praise. Maybe something a little filthy.

Instead, Will’s message made her pause.

Will:
That might be the hottest picture I’ve ever seen.
Like, I almost dropped my phone. I’m not even kidding.
You’re unreal.

She smiled, just a little.

Then the next bubble popped up.

Will:
But… I thought we weren’t doing the Friday thing?
I told you I wouldn’t make you do it. I thought you agreed with me?

Her smile faded—but not in disappointment.

It was… intrigue.

Not ****. Not rejection.

Just confusion.

He’d meant it. What he said that night, about not expecting her to go through with it. About not taking advantage. He hadn’t been fishing. He’d truly let it go.

And now?

She was sending him naked photos.

With invitations.

No wonder he didn’t know what to do.

Emily sat down slowly on the edge of her desk again, still bare, still warm, still tingling from the aftershocks of the photo.

And now she had a decision to make.

One message.

One tone.

Would she tease him?

Reassure him?

Or push things even further?