He Never Texts Me First Novels & Stories

I start, it’s my turn to feel nervous. Behind us my phone dings with a text, but I don’t answer it, too entranced by him. “What if I said, I want my first time to be with you?”

I wasn’t used to missing God. I missed him. I reached for my phone. My fingers trembled like I was fucking sick. I needed to hear his voice. I needed to feel him close. Just one damn message.Except… there was nothing. Not a call. Not a ping. Not a little “I miss you too, Z.” Just silence.I unlocked the screen, brows furrowed.Why the fuck hadn’t he texted?He always texted. Always.Unless he was angry.Unless…

A lot of the men are slimy assholes I would never associate with on my own. I message Gabriel before I board the plane letting him know I’m returning early so he can get me from the airport when I land. I don’t get a response, but I don’t expect one. He doesn’t like to text message, but I do it anyway, mostly because it’s faster, partly because it irritates him. Who doesn’t text at all? It’s always been one of those quirks I thought I could slowly pull him out of. No luck so far. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

And I know exactly how hard it is for her to resist me. All I have to do is remind her that I’m still here, and she’ll come running. She always comes running. So, for the first time, I decide to text her first—and it isn’t about sex. Me: Hey, Chan. Are you alright? Just wanted to check up on you. My thumb hovers over the screen for a second. Then I press send. Because if Chan thinks I’m going to let Ricky have her that easily, she’s seriously mistaken.

That thought alone makes his chest ache even more. New Year’s Day. His jaw tightens as the memory resurfaces. That was their thing every year. He’s always the first to text her…. always, even before her so called boyfriends then. “Happy New Year, to my best friend in the world. Thank you for coming into my life and giving it warmth and happiness. I love you, Holly.” He would send it to her every single time without fail. But this year, he couldn't. He stared at his phone that night for hours…. typing, deleting, typing again.

I entered the house and went straight to the bedroom. I took the phone from my pocket and typed his number. I saved it after. I laid on the bed while texting him. I smiled while doing that. I was just excited. This was the first time I had a friend whom I could text. I liked the idea of ​​it. So that I can get to know him better. Me: Hey, it's me. Maureen. Me: Thank you for driving me home. I got no reply from him. He was probably busy or still driving home— or elsewhere. Maybe he forgot his phone at one side or he was resting. He might also have been silent so he could not reply.

I had 27 missed phone calls from John. Now that is odd. He has never called me, never. A text once or twice a week to arrange a hookup. We have been bed buddies for a while, and we text to arrange hookups, but that’s it. We barely even acknowledge one another’s existence other than those encounters. This works for us both, as neither of us wants any attachments.

I wanted more, more of their hard cocks, more of how they hugged me, how they said dirty words to me. I picked up my phone, remembering I actually had their numbers, even though we've never texted each other before. I wanted to hear from them, wanted to confirm so badly that what happened this morning wasn't just gonna be a one time thing. Who do I text though? I decided to text Melvin instead. He was easier to talk to than Kelvin. ‘Heyyy, mum said you guys had gone out’ I closed my eyes as I hit the send button, nervously thinking of what he would reply.

When his phone finally buzzed, he almost dropped it. « “Yeah. Why?” No emojis. No teasing tone. Just a plain response that made his chest tighten a little. He typed back before he could overthink. « “Can I come over?” There was a pause. He could practically feel her hesitation on the other end. His hands hovered the keyboard as he tried to think of something else to say, an explanation maybe…anything at all so she wouldn't think he was being too clingy. Heck, he couldn't believe that he was overthinking a text! He never thinks before sending a text to any lady, not until Hazel came with her clumsiness and somehow crashed his iron walls.

Last night, Grayham had mentioned that he was going to text me because he had all his phone numbers by heart but then I was yet to hear from him from both phones. I was starting to worry. Was he okay? Should I text him firstsimce I know my cell number? No! He should text me first. It’s not like I was looking forward to his message. A knock landed on the door and I immediately dropped the phone. I opened the door shirtless and met a young man about my age smiling very brightly. His jet-black hair caught my attention. He was a devilishly handsome man. He was smiling so hard that I thought his cheeks were going to hurt. I darted my gaze to the large trampoline in his hand.