Killian arrived home late one night from the bar and removed his jacket and shoes, anchoring himself in his couch as he received a text.
When he looked at the screen and didn't recognize the number, he opened the message... which turned out to be a picture.
Killian's jaw dropped in awe, his eyes blown wide. He didn't know what to think at first. His mind shuffled through the last encounters he had engaged in. After he lost Milah, he had fallen through a downward spiral, trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol and one-night stands. Although, to his recollection, there were no women to speak of and there hadn't been for some time.
So, that didn't really explain the image on his screen that was staring at him - the rather intriguing image. He had to blink to make sure he wasn't imaging this. After a couple glasses of rum, that was quite possible.
He stared at the photo, taking in every detail. The person who sent this to him had clearly been taking a bath when she took this photo of herself, because for one - she was naked, her very pert and very bare breasts filling up the screen and two - the rounded flesh in front of him was glistening with remnants of soapsuds that did nothing to hide the pink, stiff nipples that were practically winking at him.
Killian tried to pull his eyes away, making a failed attempt to not to let it effect him but damn, it was a set of the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. His attention was peaked, arousal stirring in his belly as much as he tried to fight it. Then he had to wonder about the lad who this photo was intended for because it clearly wasn't meant for him. He would have remembered a pair of breasts like that, sober or not.
Thinking back to the women that he had met who had shown interest in him, he knew for a fact he never even gave any of them his phone number. He was done trying to distract himself from the pain that had burrowed deep inside of him. Tonight was actually the first time in weeks he had indulged in alcohol.
This person definitely had the wrong number. He wondered if he should say something, to inform her of his conclusion but he hesitated. Sending a naked picture to a stranger unintentionally, he imagined would be mortifying and he didn't want to embarrass the lass. He decided not to say anything, just delete the pic and pretend it never happened, he convinced himself.
Then he received another text.
Unknown: So, you coming over or not? ;)
Killian almost groaned at the invitation, even though it was not intended for him. The thought of going to meet a lass like that, naked and aching with need in the bathtub made him hard. But he couldn't escape the fact that if he didn't say anything, she would be extremely disappointed and maybe off-put by the lack of response. He regretted his decision before he even replied to the text.
Killian: Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but it seems you have the wrong lad. No worries, I'm deleting the photo and forgetting what I saw ;)
He waited for a reply and a minute went by with no response. His instincts were right, she was embarrassed and he deemed it best to just get rid of the image. Just as he tapped on the picture and hit the delete button, an incoming text came up over the confirmation that asked him if he was sure he wanted to delete it.
Unknown: OMG I am so sorry (cheeks red with humiliation)!! That was meant for my boyfriend, I must have typed in a wrong digit. I just recently got a new phone and had to re-enter all of my contacts in. Please forgive me and yes, if you could delete the pic that would be great.
Killian's lips pulled into a smile as he chuckled and typed a response.
Killian: Not a problem, lass. Was just about to get rid of the evidence when you texted me.
Unknown: Thanks so much and thank you for letting me know. I hope I didn't ruin your night or anything. I wouldn't want to make your girlfriend upset at you for receiving such a shameful pic from another woman.
Killian: Think nothing of it. I only wanted to make sure the person it was intended for didn't miss such an opportunity to be with a lass as (judging by the obscure photo) unforgettable as yourself. And to ease your worry, I am unspoken for and I'm the only one who saw it.
He decided it was best not to spill the tragic details of his late girlfriend through text to a complete stranger.
Unknown: Oh good, that's a relief. Again I'm very sorry to have ruined your night.
Killian: On the contrary. If anything, you made it better. I've actually been going through a rough patch and this is probably the first time I've smiled in a while. So really, I should be thanking you.
Unknown: In that case, I'm glad to have made your night :)
Killian: You have, indeed. I'll let you go now. You obviously have better things planned for tonight than talking to some stranger through text. I hope you have a pleasant evening, lass.
Unknown: Thanks, you too.
With that he clicked off his screen and set his phone down as he laid down across the sofa, leaning his head back into the pillow. It took only a few seconds to realize that the image was still on his phone. As he picked it up again, his screen lit up with another text.
Unknown: You know, if you wanted to keep the photo, you know just in case you're feeling down again, you have my permission ;)
Killian's face lit up as he replied.
Killian: If the lady insists ;)
I promise I will guard the image from prying eyes with my life.
Unknown: Okay lol. Goodnight.
Killian: Goodnight lass.
Killian went to bed with a goofy grin fixed to his features, feeling better than he had felt in a while.
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As the next couple of weeks went by, Killian occasionally thought about the woman that sent him the anonymous text. And he'd be lying if he said that he didn't admire the photo once or twice... or maybe three times... okay he had looked at it several times since she had sent it to him. But to be fair, she did give him permission to keep it in case he ever got lonely and well, he was pretty much lonely all of the time.
He met his friends David and Robin at the bar a few times to shoot the breeze but when he was at home, it was incredibly lonely without his Milah there. Truthfully, he would rather just spend his time in his classes at Boston University and working on schoolwork to try and temporarily forget about the pain of his loss. He would strum on his guitar if the memories weren't so painful. He used to play for her all the time and wrote songs about her, but now if he tried he just couldn't get through a few verses without breaking down.
However, whenever he looked at the picture on his phone, it seemed to bring a smile to his face and he never once used said photo to satisfy himself in hand, as much as he would want to, as much as it called out to him to do so... it was just bad form.
He wanted to send her a text just to talk, if anything, but he didn't want to upset the boyfriend she had mentioned, so he settled on not pushing the send button every time he composed a message under her phone number.
Killian came home from another night at the bar although he hadn't drank very much, only a glass of rum. The guys had attempted to set him up with someone, but he had refused. It had been a year since Milah's car accident but he still wasn't ready for anything romantic in his life. That may have also been a reason why he never sent that text. He didn't know the woman, she could have been a horrible person or liar or a thief, and then again she could have been a wonderful woman or an angel but either way, he was not willing to tempt fate.
Killian carried his phone into his bedroom, setting it atop of his nightstand before he changed into only his boxers. He brushed his teeth and settled into bed underneath the covers, sinking his head into the pillow and closed his eyes. Before he drifted off to sleep, his phone chirped. Thinking it may have been his mates trying to give him a hard time for leaving the bar, he decided to ignore it and went back to sleep.
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The next morning, he slowly got out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He went into the bathroom and took a shower, the hot stream of water feeling refreshing on his skin. When he was done, he shut off the faucet and grabbed towel, wrapping it around his hips as he walked to his bedroom. His phone started chirping again and he groaned in complaint as he walked over to pick it up. What he saw on the screen made his mouth fall open. It also made his heart race as he saw the photo and the several messages after it.
On his screen was another photo of the same woman who had accidentally texted him before with a naughty pic. And this one wasn't any less naughty. In fact, it showed even more of her body this time, without showing her face. Her lovely breasts as well as her slender stomach were on display and the view she gave him ended just above her most private place. He groaned as his member underneath the towel twitched, growing firm. He wanted desperately to touch himself. It would have been so easy to remove the towel and take himself in hand but he fought the urge. He knew the photo wasn't for him and figured that it had been another mistake, but then he read the text that proceeded.
