Hungry?
For you? Always.
After I press send, a few moments go by before my phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call from Abby. We’ve never FaceTimed before and I’m almost naked. I think about grabbing a shirt, but decide she’d probably prefer this version of me.
“Are we FaceTiming now?” I ask running my hand through my hair and leaning back to get comfortable in the lounge chair.
“We are.”
She sits up on her bed and has a plate in her hands. I’m assuming her phone must be propped up on something.
“So, uh, you’re fast. Where’d that speed come from?”
She takes a bite of the pie on her plate and some of the cool whip lands on her nose before she swipes her finger over it and sucks it in her mouth.
“Hello?” She snaps her finger into the camera to get my attention. I was too distracted by the motion of her mouth and fucking dreaming about having my dick on the receiving end of that sucking.
“I don’t think I can FaceTime with you.” I blurt out and press the palm of my hand into my eye. Her head falls back and all I hear is laughter from the other side of the screen.
“Oh my gosh, Anderson. Get it under control. Maybe I shouldn’t be FaceTiming with you. You’re lacking proper FaceTime etiquette, you know… with all that on display. You’re underdressed.” She points her fork at the phone and then licks it clean.
“Or maybe, you’re overdressed,” I shoot back at her, causing a blush to form on her cheeks. We chat a little more about the game and she tells me all of the reasons why I should add Taylor Swift to my pre-game playlist. Once we fall into a silence, it’s clear she’s tired as she’s laying on her side and her eyes keep opening and closing,
“You’re tired, Princess. Go to sleep.”
“Wait. I know you’re outside. I can hear the ocean, is it weird to ask you to stay on so I can fall asleep to the sound?”
My chest constricts at her request because I know what it means to her. Honestly, is it weird? Maybe a little bit to someone else, but we are so past the “is this weird” part of our arrangement, and I’d do just about anything Abby asked me these days.
“Of course I’ll stay on.” She sleepily smiles as her eyes close and before I disconnect the call, I’m finding myself staring at her through this fucking phone screen wondering how the hell I’m going to be able to handle this much longer.
Chase
I’m running a little behind, should be there in 10.
Chase is coming by today, and normally I wouldn’t be giving this a second thought, but the fact that he’s hounded me for a week now about us getting togetherhas my head wrestling itself trying to figure out what the hell this is about. I throw ESPN on in the background and turn the volume down so it’s merely background noise.
Chase’s loud thud on the door turns my attention to the foyer and he lets himself in. I’m seated at the kitchen island at the bar when he walks over and gives me a tap on the back and we shake hands.
“Hey, man, how are you feeling?” I let out a sigh, how am I feeling? Well right now I’m a little nervous, but I’m not letting a sliver of that show.
“Good.” My legs stretch under the counter as I’m nodding my head at him. “Want something to drink?”
Chase has been here enough times to know where things are and we’re close enough that I’m fine with him helping himself, so he grabs a water from the fridge and takes a seat at the other end of the bar.
“So, listen.” He lets out a strained sigh.
“I know we don’t usually talk about heavy stuff. But, I don’t know, I just feel like out of the group, you’ll be the one to shoot me straight without any extra bullshit.”
Clearing my throat, I give him my full attention. “What’s going on, man?”
Chase stands up and then comes back around the stool, and then walks back towards the fridge. He can’t seem to stay in one place, I can tell something is really eating at him.
“I’ve been seeing this girl, casually, for the last couple of months…” He trails off and runs his hand through his hair while placing his hat on the counter. I’m sitting there eagerly waiting for him to go on and end the mystery of this conversation. Abby mentioned that she thought maybe he was seeing someone but she wasn’t positive and said she isn’t one to pry into her brother’s personal life.
“A couple weeks ago, she… well her and I, we’re not exclusive, it’s just been casual and fun, it’s not something we wanted long term, but, fuck!” He slaps his hands together.
“She’s pregnant,” he says with an exasperated sigh as he sits back on the stool.
