---- My heart sank in my chest. How could he not think it was appropriate? We had been texting back and forth like this for almost two months, and all of a sudden, he didn't think it was okay. Where was that snarky remark of his? Me: What do you mean? You didn't like the pictures? He replied within seconds. Everett Williams: Oh no, | love them. I'm hard, just looking at them. If | could, I'd take you to bed. Me: Then, what's the problem, Everett? Come over. My dad's at work. Everett Williams: Check who you're texting. | gazed up at the contact, eyes widening. "Shit. How could | be so stupid?" My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. | reread the name over and over. Still not believing that | just sent my dirty, naked pictures to Everett's dad. ---- Me: OMG, I'm so sorry, Mr. Williams. | meant to send that to someone else. Please don't tell my dad | sent those to you! I'm so embarrassed. | pulled the blankets over my head, trying to shield myself from the embarrassment that wouldn't leave me alone. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart was racing faster than it was before. Mr. Williams: Don't be embarrassed, Mila. You're very sexy. My eyes widened at his reply, and for a moment, my core burned. Mr. Williams was nearly my father's age, but he had always been undeniably attractive. Ada and | had a huge crush on him in high school. | took a deep breath and decided to keep my response short. Me: Thanks. He didn't reply to me, and | didn't know what to think. | just prayed that he wouldn't tell Dad ---- about the pictures. And just to be certain, | hid from Dad when he came home from work. Didn't even come out for dinner. Didn't say good night to him. Just stayed in my room, hid under my covers, and ignored everyone's texts, including Everett's. Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and stepped into my room. The sunrays flooded through my window. "Mila, is there anything you want to tell me about?" My eyes widened, and | sat up in bed. "Uh, no. Why?" | asked, clutching the blankets in my sweaty palms. He shrugged his shoulders. "You usually come downstairs and have dinner with us. Are you sick?" | smiled at my dad, relief washing over me. "Oh, | just wasn't feeling that well," | lied. "Well, hopefully, you're feeling better by tonight. Everett and his father are coming over for ---- dinner, he said. Then, he kissed my head and left for work. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!