“Should I, sir?” She smiled and thought of the way he was probably fisting his hair.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“What a way to go.”
He grinned. He couldn't help it. “Any other secrets you’ve been keeping?”
“Let’s see. I’m almost nineteen, I was a virgin when we met, I’ve never had a steady boyfriend, the furthest I’d gone before you was second base, I like to touch myself a lot, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever met—”
“Okay, okay.” He laughed. “I wasn't looking for that huge rundown, but I appreciate it.”
“Happy to oblige.”
“You’re a damn enigma, that’s what you are. If I’d never seen you and you'd never told me your age, I would assume you’re as old as me or more. Most of the time you’re mature and smart and funny.”
“Most of the time.”
“We all have our moments.”
“Yeah, you need to loosen up more.”
“One of these days.” He sighed. “I think I’m going to go to bed. I’m driving home in the morning. Pray for me.”
“Charge your phone.”
He laughed again. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“Good night.”
“This time apart is going to be hard.” He sighed. “Good night, Reagan. Happy Holidays.”
