"Give me your phone," he said as he pulled back.
"What? Why?"
"I want to be able to reach you. I'm going to be heading to France tomorrow, but I'll be in touch."
"Okay." I handed him my phone and realized I’d dropped down to a monosyllabic language. The man muddled my mind. He dialed from my phone and handed it back after a moment.
"Now I've got your number too."
"Duncan, we shouldn't tell the family yet."
"Why not?" His eyebrows had dropped and his face pinched suspiciously.
"What if this doesn't work out?"
"Oh, baby, I'm going to make it work."
I laughed. "Okay, Big Guy, whatever you say." I smiled at him.
We kissed each other goodbye with no promises of when we would see each other again, but at least we're trying.
"British Airways flight 184 with service to Washington DCDulles Airport will begin boarding shortly." I'm jolted from my thoughts by the overhead announcement.
As I take my seat in the first-class area my phone pings with a text message.
Duncan
Are you on the plane?
Me
Yes, just got to my seat
Duncan
I just got to my flat. Going to have Ana do some decorating when she gets home.
Me
What're you doing?
Duncan
Walking around and finding every surface I want to fuck you on.
Me
Okay.
My panties are instantly wet. Man, can he sext.
Me
I'm going to have to do that when I get home too.
Duncan
Baby, I hope this isn't a long wait because I'm hard as a rock just thinking about you.
