“Hey,” I answer. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. Cleaning up flower petals.”
I snort. He sent me a picture of the bouquet and… yeah, that was a lot bigger than I imagined it would be. To be fair, I bought it based on aesthetics. It just looked like something Caulder would like, and it was expensive so I assumed it was big.
Just how big hadn’t crossed my mind. However, it definitely illustrated my point. Thoughts of him take up myentireday. All the brain waves. Including those concerning hockey.
“I’d say sorry, but I’m not sorry at all. You deserve pretty flowers.”
Caulder laughs. It’s quiet and shy and I love the sound of it.
“I’m not sorry either,” he admits, voice low. “I love them. I wish I could make them stop dying and spreading their carcasses all over my house.”
I laugh.
“What’re you doing? Finished practice?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “We were just messing around, really. I’m trying to find a way to turn the skill competitions into an exercise where Horny can do more than watch.”
“Horny,” he mutters, chuckling.
“I think that’s better than Cock Sucker,” I say, referring to Felton. I hear guys call him that often enough I’m confident it’s a nickname loosely tied into his last name.
“I’d agree, but I don’t think he cares. I’ve heard him say that he’s damn good at it and isn’t ashamed by the honorific of that title.”
I laugh. “Oh, god. You know what, Horny would say the same. He fell on me today and shoved his pelvis at me. Maybe it’s a goalie thing.”
“They’re weird,” Caulder agrees.
“They should be paid more. I was hit with a puck today and fuck, that hurts. I hope they get hazard pay.”
He chuckles. “I agree. Asael says he barely feels it anymore. He’s used to being one big bruise.”
I pull into my driveway and park the car. No doubt Caulder hears all the telltale sounds of me letting myself into my house.
“Just getting home?” he asks.
“Yep. Heading to the shower.”
“Want to call me back?”
I almost say yes but instead… “Or… want to join me?”
I can hear his smile. “More than I can express. But I’m not sure how that’s going to work.”
“Just stay on the phone with me. I’ll bring in the stand I have when I’m feeling lazy so we can talk while I touch myself.”
Caulder snorts.
“You can get in the shower too. It’ll be like we’re together.”
“I’m not sure that’s how it works, Lo.”
“Humor me, babe.”
He sighs. “Fine.”
We’re quiet as we each get ready. I hear his shower turn on a second before I turn mine on. I bought this contraption years ago where I can attach a bendy thing to my bedframe and angle my phone screen at my face no matter what position I’m in. I use this and attach it to the top of my shower, angling my phone screen at me.
