I close my eyes, grin spreading across my face.
Fuck yes.
“Although I’m still sad we didn’t go on a date this week,” she says.
“Me too.”
“I know I’m probably crazy, but…” Her voice dips, soft and hesitant. “I feel something with you, even though we haven’t even gone on a proper date.”
A splash in the background. Water, maybe. A rock into a creek.
“It sounds like your heart already made up its mind.”
“I know. I… know. I wish it were that simple. But what I’m saying is—I want to keep this up with you. I want to see where it goes. I’m learning things about myself.”
“Like what?”
She giggles—a sweet, breathy sound that makes my cock twitch.
“Like the fact that I can have an orgasm just from imagining being with a man whose face I haven’t even seen.”
Holy fuck.
Blood rushes straight to my dick like it’s responding to a direct order.
“Fa—” I choke.
“What was that?”
Shit.
I clear my throat. “I meant… you’ve got to havefaith, Luna. Faith that there’s a master plan for you. One that makes you happy.”
She’s quiet for a beat. Then: “Oh. For a second I thought… never mind. Just sounded weird.”
You’re not Thor. You’re not Hunter. You’re a man drowning in your own web of lies.
“So where are you trucking today, Mr. Sexy Long-Haul?”
I wipe my brow, my palm brushing the obvious bulge now forming in my shorts.
“Oh, you know. Somewhere halfway through the panhandle.”
“Panhandle of which state?”
“…Florida.”
“I thought you were in Kansas yesterday?”
Goddammit. She’s better at geography than I am.
“Got rerouted. Routing algorithms. The glamorous life of transport.”
“Happens a lot?”
“From time to time.”
“Are you driving right now?”
