“I thought you trusted me.”
“I do, but I don’t trust whoever might get into your phone.” He makes sense, but I still feel robbed. “If you want more of it, it’s right here for the taking, waiting for you.”
“But I can’t come.”
“Not until Wednesday, no,” he cleverly replies to my whiny plaint. “Are you in bed?”
“Mhm …”
“What are you wearing?”
Holy Mother of Christ…The thought of phone sex is enough to make me press my knees together. It sounds so hot, taboo, and intimate… My pajamas aren’t even near sexy, though. I consider lying, but then decide he knows me, anyway.
“I’m wearing an old Lilo and Stitch shirt with four holes in it the last time I counted. And with that, I have shorts that don’t match with only two holes. But one’s over my butt, so it makes up for it.”
“Mmm, sexy,” he mumbles, humor littered in his voice.
“You don’t deserve to get any spank material after the way you robbed me of mine.”
“I thought you weren’t doing anything with it.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Then I guess I’m not doing anything until Wednesday, either.”
I argue that we’ll have to find time to start the movie lessons eventually, and the topic drifts to something else. We talk about cinema for a while, then general science fiction, comics, books, video games… When my arm is sore from holding my phone, I roll to the side and put the device on my cheek, letting gravity do the job. The minutes pass on my clock, but I can’t bring myself to end the conversation.
Despite my best efforts to remain responsive, fatigue slowly gains on me, and we reach a point where I yawn every other minute.
“You should sleep,” Lex proposes.
“I’m good, I swear.”
“It’s okay, Andrea. We can talk tomorrow, or I’ll see you on Monday.”
I nod distractedly before remembering he can’t see me. “Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Coleman.”
“Good night, Walker. Or rather, good morning, given it’s past five.”
“Good morning to you, too.”
Suddenly exhausted, I take the phone from the side of my face and cut the call, discarding it somewhere next to me. I hug the Lex-scented pillow, dipping my nose in it.
I really am falling in love with the man.
And I can’t remember why that’s a bad idea.
Chapter 31
Our late-night call triggers a need for more, and we now spend a lot of time texting each other. This odd situation, the relationship we don’t want to label, is slowly shifting into something different. Clearly, it isn’t just about the sex anymore. We genuinely enjoy each other’s company and seek the meaningful, nerdy, or personal conversations we share.
I never had a lovey-dovey phase, so I never felt the need to keep in touch with someone as much as this. I feel like a teenager with a crush, jumping on my phone every time it makes a sound, giggling at Lex’s texts, eagerly answering… At first, I try not to respond too fast so I won’t seem too clingy, but since Lex is always quick to text back, I quickly dismiss my worries.
I learn a lot about him from those texts. Not being physically together rids us of the insane sexual tension, which always ends with us naked and panting. So, for once, we’re able to talk without being interrupted.
On Saturday, I accompany Tami to the mall, where she’s getting her hair cut in the only salon she trusts to handle her hair type. After I help interpret everything to the hairdresser, I leave her at it and wander through the crowded mall. When I see the SALE signs in the Victoria’s Secret windows, I casually step in. I have a good reason to invest in some finer underwear now.
I’m strolling through the pricey items when my phone vibrates in my back pocket. It’s a text from Lex.
