Real
Extra sexy and…
Wonderful
My heart threatens to crack. She wrote me a poem back. I can’t fucking believe it. I text her a response:
You got the flowers then.
She replies immediately.
I love the flowers. Thank you.
A smile forms on my lips as I answer her.
You’re welcome. Did you like the note?
I loved the note even more. I think you’re a closet romantic.
My smile grows.
Only for you.
She doesn’t answer, and I wonder if I somehow screwed up.
Then I get pissed at myself for always thinking I screwed up. She finally texts back:
What are you doing?
I’m still in bed.
I pause. Should I say what I really want to say next?Aw, fuck it.
Thinking of you.
I send the text, my heart rate increasing. I hope she’s forgiven me. I’m dying to see her.
Are you naked, Drew? Because I could totally get on board with that image.
I burst out laughing at her text and quickly reply.
You want me naked? That can be arranged.
I’m only in sweats, not even wearing any underwear. That I’m thinking like this almost makes me want to laugh.
Also makes me want to suggest we indulge in some of that phone sex/sexting thing we talked about a few nights ago, which sort of blows my mind.
But with Fable, I’m willing to do just about anything.
Only if I’m naked with you.
A few words typed on a screen and I’m hard as steel. Damn, this girl.
My doorbell rings and I go completely still. Who the hell is that? I head toward the door and open it, shock rendering me frozen when I find Fable standing on my doorstep, her cell phone clutched in her hand. A wicked smile curves her lips and I let my gaze wander over her.
She’s wearing bright pink cotton shorts and a black long-sleeve T-shirt that clings to her breasts and makes them look huge. Her hair is pulled back in a long braid, wild blond strands brushing her cheeks. Her face is devoid of makeup with the exception of some gloss slicking her lips, making them extra shiny. Extra kissable.
My girl is gorgeous. Those shorts should be criminal. They’re like a lethal weapon. I swear if I keep staring at her legs I’ll keel over from witnessing too much hotness.
