Playing with fire

Ellie's finger paused on the send button.

Should she press it? 

She looked over the message again. 

"I liked your hair today. It suits you."

She chewed her lip. Innocent enough, right? She wasn't sure what impression she was giving. She wasn't sure what kind of impression she wanted to give. 

She could hear her boyfriend in the other room, swearing at his laptop. Gaming again. She couldn't remember the last time he'd seemed that animated about her. She flicked her gaze to the photo on the screen. 

Back to the man who had jumped at the chance to see her that afternoon. 

She hit send, and rolled over on the bed. She kicked her heels off and heard them hit the floor with twin thumps. She had cycled home and gone straight to the bedroom. Straight to her iPad with the Facebook app. 

He was always logged in. 

She stared at the ceiling, wondering if he'd replied yet. She smiled, remembering the way he had looked at her. Nervous, but keen. 

If she had been single, she knew she could get him to make a move. As it was, she felt safe flirting with him. After all, it was fun, and he knew she was spoken for, so there was no danger of him getting the wrong end of the stick. Was there? 

Except... She stroked her stomach while she thought, running her hand under her white t-shirt and along her skin. Except she was starting to enjoy it a little too much.