I want to add ‘Sir’ at the end but don’t. His request to call him that was a one-off. He was horny. Damn, that sex call was so hot. Even if I did spend half of it panicking Mum or Dad would come to check on me. Neither of them did, thankfully, even though I was gone for ages because Kyle read two more chapters to me before we said goodbye. I could listen to his voice for hours.
Kyle
Me? What have I done?
Has he finished for the day?
Making me think sexy thoughts about you.
Making you? I think you’ve got it wrong, gorgeous.
How so?
You make me think sexy thoughts about you. I can’t get you out of my mind.
I whimper and flop onto my bed. Even his texts turn me to mush.
How was work?
Good. We got a lot done. We’ve just knocked off for the day. I’ve got rugby training next, so there’s no rest for the wicked. How about you? Any job luck?
Nope. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.
I’m glad you’re being optimistic.
I’m trying to be.
That’s good enough, pretty boy.
I shiver.
I bet you’ll be tired after work and rugby practice.
Yeah, but I love both, so it’s all good.
I’m making dinner this evening. I could make an extra portion and bring it over later.
What am I doing? We’re friends with benefits. We’ve never offered to cook dinner for each other before. On the other hand, we weren’t living in the same city, and we were friends first. Friends can cook dinner for each other, right?
That would be great, beautiful. Are you sure you don’t mind?
No. I promise not to poison you with my cooking.
I bet you’re an amazing cook.
I wouldn’t go that far.
Let me be the judge of that, okay?
Okay. You’ll have to text me your address.
You’ve been to my flat.
Yes, but I was too busy kissing you to pay attention to where it was.
LOL
A few seconds later, his address pops up on my screen. I add it to his contact details.
