My jaw tightens and heat curls low in my stomach.
Me
More often than I should.
Harper
Good. Because I thought about it in the shower today.
I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling. “Mother fucker. What is she doing to me?”
Me
Harper…
My cock stirs in my shorts wondering where this is about to go.
Harper
Too much?
No babe.
Never too much.
Not enough as far as I’m concerned.
Me
No. Just…vivid.
Harper
Mm.
What is she doing over there on the other side of the country?
Me
I remember the way you looked at me like you were daring me to stop, but you knew damn well I wouldn’t.
Harper
I remember your hands. And thinking I was ruined for anyone else who would come after you.
My grip tightens on the phone, anger coursing through me at the thought of any random asshole having his hands on Harper. This is a subject we haven’t talked about yet. The ins and outs of the last ten years and our relationship status over that time.
I try to stop myself, but curiosity is a bitch so here goes nothing.
Me
Is this where I get to ask you how many did come after me?
Harper
You really want to know that answer?
No.
