He hadn’t mentioned his favorite type of pizza before, and I liked having this window into his life, but…
That’s not exactly the kind of pic I was hoping to see. ;)
KEEGAN: OMG. When did you start replying with winky faces? I thought you were cooler than that.
ME: Probably started using it when I saw you use “words” like OMG, WTF, and IKR #AlltheTime ;)
I chuckled at my winky face.
KEEGAN: Snarky Prince come out to play?
ME: Snarky Prince would prefer to come to Fever Falls and show you how to really play.
I wondered what he’d say, when suddenly my FaceTime app popped up with Keegan’s name flashing on the screen. I was so quick to accept that I figured I had totally abandoned any desire to look cool around him, just to enjoy chatting with him again.
“Hello,” I said, noticing my voice lowering a few octaves in a way that even seemed to surprise Keegan, who laughed.
“Hey, Sexy Voice.”
“Sorry. That was not how I intended that to come out. How was your day?”
“It was okay. Just studying.”
“Do you work this weekend?”
“Yeah, why? You planning on swinging by for a visit?”
“I wish,” I said. “But I’ll be there soon enough. I’ve been missing you.”
“Well, I’ve been missing you too, and I’ve even ordered a few specialsurprises.”
My dick twitched, getting hard way too fast. God, the power he held over me by just suggesting that he’d purchased more naughty underwear.
“So I assume you’re wearing one of these surprises now?”
“Well, right now, wearing…” He scanned his clothes. “Tank top and boxers.”
“This is a very disappointing sight for a man who’s expecting surprises.”
Keegan enjoyed another chuckle. “Oh, you want to see something naughty, don’t you?”
“You know exactly what I want to see, you little tease.”
“Speaking of teases…” He leaned back on the bed and pulled down his boxers, revealing pink trim across black panties, like I’d suggested when we were chatting the first time he’d shared this side of himself with me.
Saliva rushed into my mouth, and a heat rose within me nearly as quickly as my shaft rose in my pants.
“Well, well,” I said. “Look at those beauties.”
He covered them back up, and I groaned. “That’s not very nice. What do I have to do to get the full show?”
“For thefullshow, you have to be here.”
“Don’t be mean, Keeg. I don’t like when you’re mean. Just tell me what I have to do to get a better look.”
He pondered it, twisting his cap to the side. “Why don’t you tell me the favorite part of your day?”
“That doesn’t sound too painful. I think it would have to be when I started texting with my friend across the pond.”
