He Never Texts Me First Novels & Stories

“Neither do you. That’s what makes this fun.” We stood there for a beat too long. The air between us crackled. He looked me up and down, as if trying to decide whether to argue or kiss me. I almost dared him to try. But he didn’t. He walked off without another word. But he did check his phone later that night. And this time? He was the one who texted first. Romero Mastrandrea: “You’re not as clever as you think.” “And yet you still replied,” I sent back.

"Call it payback for disappearing after texting ‘I’m outside’ and then showing up half a day later." "Fine. Ladies first." She smirked. "Never have I ever… drunk texted an ex." He groaned, lifted a hand. "I have. Once. And I regretted every stupid emoji." "Emojis too? Tragic." "Okay, my turn. Never have I ever had a crush on a friend." She went quiet. "Natasha?" He leaned in. She raised her hand slowly. "Guilty." He held her eyes. "Do I know him?"

Then he disappears up the stairs to get ready. I get up from the stool to do the same when my phone dings with a text notification. I pull it out from my pocket with a frown. Who could be texting me this early? To my surprise, it’s Nikolai. We exchanged numbers last night after he dropped me off but I didn’t think he’d be texting me this soon. It’s a short text that simply reads; Still want more? I scoff lightly. Always so arrogant. My heart races as I think about what to say. I do want more. Whether for Theo’s sake or mine, I don’t know.

The first sign that something was wrong didn’t come with a fight. It came with silence. Daniel had always been the kind of man who texted me before I even opened my eyes in the morning. A simple “good morning beautiful” or a heart emoji or sometimes just my name. Those texts were the first thing I’d see, and they’d set the tone for my entire day. They meant I was on his mind. They meant he was thinking about me. But that Tuesday, my phone stayed quiet.

ALEX: Isn't it always supposed to? ME: I won't know. ALEX: What do you mean? You don't feel good when you do it? My cheeks redden at the thought that I'm having this conversation with him, yet I don't seem to be able to stop myself as my fingers move across my keypad. ME: No. ME: I've never tried it before. The message shows read for several minutes without a reply, and I start to regret confessing that to him when his text comes in.

He takes a healthy swig of the generous pour I gave him. “Well, first of all, it's not the next great love affair. I'm just having fun for now.” I hear my phone has received another text message. I have probably missed at least a few dozen responses to my group text. It will be fun to read through them later. “That's not a good enough answer, is it someone I know? Or is this new blood?” “Uh, you do know him but I don’t want to ruin what has only just started so I don’t want to tell you who it is just yet.”

“He’s like a leech.” “A leech that never goes away,” I added. Adrian nodded, trying to pry my phone from my tight grip before I ruined it. I let him have it, and his brows furrowed. “You have a message,” he said. “Two, actually.” “From who?” I asked. “No name.” Could it be Christopher? I never saved the first number he used to ask me on that date. Only someone like him would text people who didn’t want to hear from him. I accepted the phone from Adrian and opened the message.

Although I was pretty shy about making the first move, I decided to text him first. As I was typing the text, a call from him came through. My smile was so big, I almost stretched my entire cheeks past its elastic limit. Swiftly, I answered the call. “Hey baby.” I turned into a puddle the moment I heard those two words. He just knew how to touch my heart like no one else could. “Hey. I was just about to send you a text because I haven't heard from you all day.” “I know right? Let's change that, shall we?”

“I’ve been to a lot of places, but this? This feels different.” Ava smiled politely. “Thank you.” But beneath that control, something restless kept pulling at her. He still hadn’t texted. Not a message. Not a call. Nothing. It shouldn’t matter. He had already made it clear what this was casual, undefined, something that existed only when it suited him. So why did the silence feel louder than anything he had said? Ava tightened her grip on the comb, forcing herself to focus. This was exactly how it started. One thought turning into ten. Ten turning into something she couldn’t shut off.

He gave me a knowing smile before I focused back on my phone and opened the message 'Hey' This is the first text I received from him ever since we got back from Florida. We never communicated, and I didn't wanna think he is avoiding me because of the sex we had. He is like the uncommunicative type before feelings got involved, but I just thought now that we've gotten to a particular stage in romance, things would be positively different between us. The distance between us reminded me of the unreal relationship we have even with makeout and sex involved. My phone notified me of another incoming message