“Ease up, now is not the time to make me hard,” I warn him.
“Sorry, but you’re the one putting images of you in assless chaps in my mind. Then I went to thoughts of bending you over the hay bales in the barn and taking you, and now my dick is hard.”
“Charlie!”
“Sorry. You’re sexy, D. And I miss you and I wish I was there with you.”
Aw. This man. “When I get back, I’ll make sure you’re my first priority.”
“You don’t have to,” he says quietly.
“Yes, I do. You seem to have put an image in my mind, and now I really want it.” I hum.
“Yeah …” he sighs.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, D.” He groans.
“I know, baby, I know. I’ll come home to you soon.” I say goodbye and hang up.
My phone beeps, and I roll my eyes thinking it’s Charlie messaging me again, but I still when I see the message.
Chance: I heard what happened. I’m sorry. Are you okay?
Derrick: Thanks for your message. Just arrived in Australia.
Chance: If you need anything please let me know.
Derrick: I appreciate that, but I won’t be calling you.
Chance: Derrick, please. I’m sorry. I wish I could take back how I acted in Hawaii because I was a dick. It was because I was jealous. Because I could see that you were truly done with me and I would give anything to take back how much I fucked up with you.
Derrick: Appreciate the apology and your condolences and I hope you’re doing well. But please don’t contact me.
Chance: Derrick. Please. I’m sorry. Don’t shut me out. I need you. I thought we were friends.
Derrick: I don’t know if we can be friends, not right now.
Chance: But I’m sorry.
Derrick: I need space.
Chance: Please, don’t shut me out.
Derrick: It’s for the best for both of us.
Chance: Tell Charlie, I’m sorry. I won’t interfere between the two of you. Please, just don’t leave me.
Derrick: Chance, you don’t need me anymore.
Chance: But I do. You mean the world to me.
Derrick: Just give me time.
Chance: Ok.
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