"So, umm… what is Mr. Almost-A-Billionaire up to at this time of night?"
Again, I chuckle, but this time at her silly nickname.
"Honestly, just lying here in bed. I have an early day tomorrow."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can totally let you get to sleep if you have to-"
"No. I'm good, Weslyn. I don't mind. I want to talk to you." I stop her from attempting to hang up the phone, but she doesn't respond right away. In fact, I can hear her breathing for a beat and I wonder if she heard me at all. But I just listen for a moment, taking in how unreal this is.
"Weslyn?"
"I'm sorry it's just…" she sighs, "you using my name in a text is one thing. Hearing it is…" she trails off, and I can tell that she's nervous now by the tone of her voice.
"It's what, Weslyn?"
"It's surreal, Kyran. Still just so surreal." Her admission has me smiling like a fool.
"I don't mean to be too forward here, but I do really enjoy talking to you. It's been really great getting to know you."
"That's really sweet. I feel the same way, honestly," she responds, and I like that she feels confident enough to actually reciprocate the truth.
"So, how many times have you watched this vampire show?" I ask her.
"A gross number of times. It'll make you sick." She laughs and I have to take a minute to take it in before answering her, seeing as the sound of it makes my heart beat faster.
"I don't think anything you do could make me sick," I tell her.
She giggles and it sends a jolt to my dick. I'm shocked by it to be honest, but I can't help the way my body responds.
"You say that now…" she trails off and I can hear hesitation layering tone. But before I can pick up the conversation for her, she moves on to a new question. "So be honest, how hooked are you on the show?"
"I think you already know the answer to that question. I slipped on our date and watched an episode without you. It almost felt like cheating on a significant other or something."
I chuckle when I realize just how addicting the show really is, but her silence greets me and I still.
"Yeah…" she whispers in a somber tone, one that I know can't be good.
I realize it was what I said that dampened the mood and I immediately feel a knot in my stomach.
"I'm sorry. That was a really bad analogy. I've never cheated on anyone before, just to let you know. I didn't mean for it to come out that way," I attempt to defend myself so that I don't look like an idiot. But I can hear it, I've already ruined the moment.
"No, it's totally fine, I don't have any rights to your business one way or the other."
"That's not true," I say to her.
"But it is. No biggie." She yawns. "Listen, thanks for the snacks again but I'm gonna let you go. Should probably get to bed. I have a big day tomorrow with school and stuff." I hear the defeat in her response and I berate myself for not filtering what I had said. wondering why it upset her so much.
"Weslyn, I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, no. It's fine. It's just that I'm really tired. Talk to you later?" she asks, but it feels different.
"Yeah, of course," I respond knowing that I'm not satisfied with allowing her to leave.
"Goodnight, Kyran."
"Goodnight, Weslyn."
And then the phone clicks dead.
