Aurora giggled. “That’s what it started out as, but that isn’t what it is now.”
“I see, and what is it now?” The line went silent, and I waited. “Are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here. I don’t really know what this is now. I know I’m attracted to you and that I like spending time with you, but I have no clue what this really is or what you even want. Guess you could say I’m a little confused.”
I thought for a moment. I wanted her to know I wanted more than just sex, which was pretty much all we’d done every time we’d gotten together, aside from that one night at my apartment.
“What I want is a date. That is what I really want. I know how I feel about you on the physical level. I want to see if there is more.”
“So, what time does your flight get in? Or are you going to make me stalk all arrivals?”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
I smiled to myself. “I should be home by two. I’m home for two days and then back on the road.”
“I write an exam tomorrow morning. Then I am free for a couple of days. Lorelai has family plans, and I have to drop her at her brother’s place, so I can meet you at your place. We could have our date then.”
I closed my eyes, excitement building at the thought of being able to see her again.
“Doesn’t give me much time to plan anything, but to be honest, I can’t fucking wait. It’s been too long.”
I reached down under the blankets and gripped my cock. I was hard just thinking about getting to spend time with her.
“It has,” she said breathlessly.
The line went quiet as I slowly stroked my cock, thinking of her lips on me. God, I’d never felt this way with Carlie, which only solidified that she had been the wrong girl for me. Every time I thought of Aurora, this was what happened.
“What are you doing over there?” I asked, curious to know.
The line was quiet for a moment.
“Lying in bed, thinking about you. What about you?”
The tone of her voice had changed, making me even harder. I slowly stoked myself, imagining her hand in place of mine.
“The same.” I swallowed hard. “Are you…touching…”
“Mmmm…what if I am?”
“Fuck, I wish I could watch…” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“Isn’t that a little forward? I mean, all you said you wanted was a date.” She giggled.
“Okay, perhaps I want what we have going on now and a date.”
A loud knock on my door made me jump, then I heard Knox and Clay yelling my name. Then laughter came through the door, and I knew they were both drunk. I closed my eyes and let out the breath I was holding.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
“What is it?” she questioned, the tone of her voice going from low and sexy to panicked.
Throwing the covers off me and slipping on my boxers, I got up from the bed, pissed that we’d been interrupted. I’d dreamt of talking to her like this, and now here we were, and these idiots had to interrupt us.
“Dylan? What is going on?” she questioned.
“The boys are here,” I said, annoyance filling my voice. “I’ve got to go. Can I call you later?”
