I arched a brow.
Eoghan: Fuck
Eoghan: I’m going
Eoghan: For real.
Eoghan: This time
I remained there, perching on the bedside for a good five minutes.
Eoghan: I’m gone
Eoghan: I can’t see your tits
Eoghan: Where did you hide your bra? Seriously? I didn’t see you get rid of it
Another glint sparked in the distance.
My cell buzzed.
“What are you trying to do me?!”
“Torture you, of course. What else?”
He groaned. “I’m not even there anymore.”
“Liar. I saw your scope.”
“Fuck. Winter sun drives me crazy. And I accounted for that too. Just not how goddamn long you’d be hanging out today.” He heaved a sigh. “You look gorgeous. But genuinely, where’s your bra?”
“I didn’t wear one today.”
His hiss had me smiling. “Shit. You’re on your period, aren’t you?”
No. “Yes.” I wasn’t ready to talk about this yet.
“That means you really were torturing me!”
“I won’t reward stalking like it’s good behavior.” Then, I conceded, “Even if it’s ‘protective’ stalking. I’m hanging out with my sisters-in-law, Eoghan. We talk about things that have nothing to do with the boys.”
“I can’t read lips.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m wounded.”
I hooted. “You sound like it.”
“I am! We used to have so much trust between us.”
“Then you started following me around the city.” I stood up, moved closer to the window, but remained half-tucked behindthe drapes. I didn’t like that the fabric touched my naked breasts and the scratchy silk sent a shiver down my spine.
“I can’t decide if this is encouragement or not.” He paused. “It’d be wrong to jack off, wouldn’t it?”
“Isn’t it too cold for that?”
“I’ve jacked off in colder places. The boner after… never mind.”
