MIKEY: I didn’t mean to worry you, I was just letting my phone charge while I was in the shower.
SAINT: Damn, now I really wish I were with you.
MIKEY: lol, my shower wouldn’t fit both of us.
SAINT: Then you’ll just have to come back to my house.
I almost type‘I’m on my way.’ He would probably be upset if I made the drive this late, and I have work tomorrow, anyway.
MIKEY: I guess it’ll be a special treat for when we’re together. ;)
SAINT: Fuck, now I’m imagining it.
I’ve neversexted anyone before. I don’t know if it’s what he’s trying to do, but it feels like?—
My phone vibrates in my hand with an incoming video call from Saint.
His handsome face fills my screen, and butterflies erupt in my stomach. He’s leaning against his counter, his phone must be propped up against something.
“Hi,” I say almost shyly.
“Hi, sweetheart. God, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Couldn't go a few hours without talking to me?” I tease.
“I wanted to call you the minute your truck disappeared from view. I held off this long because Ruby told me I needed to stop acting like a lovesick puppy.”
The image of Saint moping around, checking his phone every few minutes makes me want to laugh as much as it makes my heart pang. “I wouldn’t have minded. I wanted to turn around as soon as I made it to the road.”
Saint chuckles and shakes his head. “At least I’m not alone in this.” He pauses for a minute before picking up the phone and shoving a hand through his hair. “My house feels too quiet without you.”
I lie down on my side, propping my phone on an extra pillow. “I didn’t make that much noise.”
His full lips pull into a smirk. “I recall you making quite a bit of noise, Mikey.”
I scoff and roll my eyes, even as arousal coils in my belly. “Oh hush.”
“How was your shower?”
“It was fine. I miss the water pressure at your house.”
“You’re always welcome to come back. My bed feels empty without you.”
“My bed could barely hold us, but it feels empty, too...” My sentence trails off with a yawn.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart. Call me tomorrow after work so I can hear about your day, yeah?”
“Okay. I will. Goodnight, Saint.”
“Goodnight, Mikey.”
I reluctantly hang up, dreading going to work tomorrow. I used to love my job. It was the best part of my week, but now I’d rather be in Cupid’s Cove with the man who’s stolen my heart.
I finish my nighttime routine, plug in my phone, and burrow under covers that don’t smell like vanilla and cinnamon.
I fall asleep wishing I was surrounded by Saint’s warmth and dream about baked goods and hazel eyes.
I’m staringdown at my phone, typing a message to Saint when I walk into the shop, so I don’t notice the shadow in the corner until Merv barks my name.
