I want to hear about the black eye, but not right now. I don’t want to rage right now.
Me: And you got time with your brother?
My phone rings, and she made that happen. Fuck yeah.
“Hey, Wifey.”
“Hey.” Her voice is small, but it goes straight to my dick.
“You haven’t enjoyed your trip?”
“I didn’t say that. Exactly.”
“What did you mean then?”
“Strider is good. That’s huge. That was the point of the weekend, but where things could go awry otherwise, they did.”
“Like?”
“Mom’s broken arm. Sam getting married. There were no segways. My black eye was the least of everything.”
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow when I pick you up. Your sister got married and didn’t tell you?”
She sighs. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, though now the ride home is sounding dreadful, but no, yesterday morning.”
“Tell me something great that happened.”
“I stood up for myself with the mean girl and did what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it even if it wasn’t proper.”
“I’m proud of you, baby.”
There’s an audible gulp. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“Has your family gone to bed?” I shift until I’m reclining on the mattress. Nothing I do gets me comfortable, but some things are better than others.
Her voice is nearly a whisper as she replies. “Yes.”
“Are they asleep?”
“Yes, or at least I assume so.” This one is quieter.
“So, it’s just you and me?”
“Unless you have someone with you at home.”
“I’m at Ayla’s, but I’m upstairs for the night.”
“Do you sleep over there often?”
“We’ll add that to the car talk. Now, I want to hear you come.”
The gasp from the other end of the line is immediately followed by a choke and a cough. She sputters and finds her breath as I manage not to laugh out loud. I also go a little caveman knowing, if this is her reaction, that I’ll be her first. I damn well better fucking be.
“Lorien?”
She coughs lightly. “Yeah.” Her voice is scratchy.
“Have you never had phone sex before?”
