“Alright, then. You call her next week or I’ll bring her with me next weekend,” Mark threatened.
Callum laughed, picturing blonde-haired, blue-eyed Samantha inside Rapture. “Alright, sure.”
“Come through, Callum.”
“Okay, okay.” Callum held his hands up and stepped backward with a tilt of his head. Mark nodded then backed into the mass of people crowding the bar for last call.
* * *
Two hours later,Callum stumbled groggily into his apartment, kicking his shoes off and tossing his keys on the kitchen counter. In his room, he stripped out of his clothes and flopped on top of his unmade bed, dialing Jack’s number and putting the phone on speaker.
“Kitten.” Jack yawned.
Callum’s heart exploded. Just like it did every time he heard Jack’s voice.
“Daddy.” He stretched out across his sheets.
“How was work?”
“Busy. Did I wake you up?”
“Mmmn,” Jack agreed.
“When you wake up in the mornings, do you stay in bed as long as you can or do you get up right away?” Callum asked.
Jack chuckled. “On the weekends, I stay in bed. During the week, I get up and go straight into the shower or I’ll never get up.”
“Do you wash your hair first or your body?”
“Hair.”
“What does your soap smell like?” Callum asked, rolling onto his stomach and laying his head on his forearm.
Callum heard a rustling noise and some banging sounds before Jack spoke. “The label says it smells like a burly man climbing a Swiss mountain.”
“That seems excessive.” Callum laughed.
“It smells like soap to be honest,” Jack said over some more banging and rustling. “It’s clean smelling. I like it.”
“Did you get up to check?”
“I did.”
“Are you back in bed now?”
“Mmmn,” Jack agreed again, another breathy sounding moan of agreement.
“What flavor toothpaste do you use?”
“Cinnamon.”
“You know that’s not normal, right? No one in real life uses cinnamon toothpaste.”
“I do,” Jack attested.
“Why not mint?”
“You’re full of questions today, kitten,” Jack mused.
