“I can’t keep my fucking hands off you,” I admit, and it’s borderline appalling how true it is. “But only until tomorrow.”
She pulls back, and I note the darker blue flecks in her light blue eyes, the rim of inkier blue around the outside. I’ve never seen them this close, not in the twenty-nine years I’ve known her, and it’s like a new level unlocks.
“Tomorrow?” she asks.
“That’s all I can give you,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers.
She’s silent. “Okay,” she sighs eventually, kind of sadly.
We fall asleep with that.
Mia’s not in my arms when I wake up. I check my phone. Four o’clock.
Went to see other talks. Text me when you’re up.
I text her immediately.
I’m up. Wanna do dinner?
Sure. I’ll come back to the hotel after this. It’s done in thirty.
cool
I spend the next five minutes in bed, scrolling back up through our texts from two nights ago. Just for funsies.
I hop in the shower after that, making sure to jerk off so I can last longer in Mia tonight. It doesn’t take me very long.
I’m drying off when my phone rings. I walk over to check it. Fuck.
I pace at the foot of my bed, staring at the phone buzzing on top of it.Fuck.
Fuck it. I clear my throat and pick up. “Hey, Leo.”
“Hey, man. How’s it going?”
Great. I almost fucked your little sister while we were wasted. I think there was some heavy petting, though. But I’m going to fuck her tonight. A lot of times.“It’s good. How are things back home?” I manage instead.
“Fine,” he says, and he goes off on a long-winded diatribe about work and tech and money and nonsense. “How’s New Orleans?” he finally asks, and I know what he’s really asking me.
“New Orleans is great. Have you ever been here?” I try to divert.
“Yeah. I went once for work. Tech conference.”
“Nice.”
“It was lit. I met someone who worked for another FAANG. We didn’t leave our hotel room.”
I choke on some spit.
“Actually, that’s not true. We went out for dinner once. But I fucked her in the bathroom.” He pauses, reminiscing maybe. “How’s Mia doing?”
“She’s… fine. She’s at a talk right now.”
“Nice. You didn’t go?”
“Nah,” I say. “Too hungover.”
He laughs. “Classic.”
