17. Sent nudes to the wrong number.

Turning off the water the male stepped out of the shower. Steam had enveloped the room in a warm misty haze. He pulled a towel out of the closet and dried his hair before wiping the condensation away from the mirror. Earl smiled at is reflection for a moment and proceeded to admire himself. He thought he looked pretty good today. Maybe he should share his pleasure with Cecil.

The ginger took his phone in hand and took a few steps back from the mirror. He held the phone up and posed a bit with a nice smile then took a photo. Looking it over he decided it was nice enough to send. Scrolling through his contacts he swore he had clicked Cecil’s name and sent the image. 

Txt: I’m about as hot as that shower was right about now.

His eyes went wide when he glanced to the name of the contact. Cecil’s brother…not Cecil. Shit.

The onlything Shaun could compare this too was a slaughterhouse. He didn't know when the blood had started to sink into his clothes and shoes but it was crusted now and sticky.

And the smell.

He'd thought a pebble was pressing into his hand a long time but when he dared move his hand  he found it was a tooth and wanted to start sobbing again. He dropped his hand into his pocket, shakily pulling out his phone that'd he'd been smart enough to silence when all this happened.

[Text: Steve] Not safe.

That's all he wrote for a long while, but then added on.

You really shouldn’t demand people kiss you, Cecil.