I only lasted about thirty minutes before my legs gave out and I collapsed in the rocking chair on the front porch. I was covered in sweat, my clothes sticking to me uncomfortably.
Grant openly laughed at my debilitation, but I didn’t have the energy right now to care.
“Let me grab you a bottle of water.”
I nodded, huffing out breath. I could still hear his ridicule as he walked into the house.
My phone vibrated against the glass table, startling me, and I instinctively reached out to stop the sound, unprepared for the name I saw pop up on the caller ID.
“Hello?” I said into the phone, immediately worried.
“Hey, sorry to bother you unannounced.”
I cleared my throat. “It’s fine. Are you okay?” We’d never spoken on the phone before.
“Yeah, I just needed to talk… but are you sureyou’reokay? You sound really out of breath.”
“I’m good.” It was weird hearing her voice through the receiver. In truth, I’d only heard it a handful of times. But it was smooth and melodic, making me wonder why we didn’t do this more often.
“Oh, God. Did I interrupt you? Were you…” She lowered her voice and whispered, “masturbating?”
“Geez, what do you take me for, some kind of pervert? It’s the middle of the day, and I’m watching my niece and nephew.”
In my head, I could see her shrugging. “Hey. If the shoe fits.”
“Gee. Thanks. And no, I was playing basketball.”
“With Grant?”
“Yeah, how’d you guess?”
“You’ve mentioned Grant and Maylee a few times here and there. I was paying enough attention to remember their names.”
“Hm. Or you’re just a creep secretly obsessed with me.”
“Ha. In your dreams.”
“Are you watching me right now? Can you see what color boxers I’m wearing?”
“Umm. Probably black. That’s a typical color for guy boxers.”
“Eeeeeeh. Wrong. I’m not wearing boxers.”
“I didn’t peg you as a whitey tightey kind of guy. But, hey. You learn something new every day.”
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Not! I prefer to go commando, sweetheart.”
“Nuh-uh. You’re lying. I’ve seen you on stage. There’s no way…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, but I sensed the blush traveling across her skin. A delicious shade of pink that would accentuate her eyes, making them look even more bright and full of life.
“Tell me, Cadence. Were you checking out my dick when I performed?”
“What? No! Absolutely not!”
“Me thinks you protest too much, my dear.”
“That’s because you’re ridiculous. I’m protesting because it’s not true.”
