I wasn’t expecting him to text me tonight. I was out. Dinner with a friend—someone I’ve flirted with off and on but never really taken seriously. Just enough heat to keep things interesting. We’d met for drinks at a cozy bar, low lighting and laughter rolling between the tables. I’d worn something soft and clingy, a high neckline and no bra. A skirt short enough to feel it when I sat down. Nothing underneath. My phone buz...