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Reese waited with bated breath for Sydney’s response to come through, smiling down at her phone.
“Wonder who you’re messaging?” her mom asked with a look on her face that said the statement was absurdly rhetorical. This was further amplified by how she didn’t even give Reese a chance to respond, instead turning right back to Rachel to pick up their conversation.
In her wildest dreams, Reese had never considered that her mom would be making fun of her for having a lovesick smile on her face. For so many reasons. For one thing, Reese never thought they’d be around one another for long enough for her mom to see it. Not to mention how she never expected them to be close enough that her mom would feel comfortable doing it.
And, lastly, until Sydney, there’d never been a look like this to see. No silly smiles. No dopey grins. No losing herself in the memory of an especially soft morning or debauched night. Sometimes the other way around, too.
Reese couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough ofSydney.
How she made her breath skitter and her knees wobble and her body pulse with need.
Over the last two weeks, things had only intensified. Reese hadn’t returned to her own room. Her mom had vacated it about a week ago, insisting on returning to her home regardless of whether Reese’s dad decided to show up there or not.
But after a week of going to bed and waking up in Sydney’s arms, sleeping in a lonely bed was far from an attractive proposition.
Deep down, Reese still didn’t know how this would all end. If Sydney did pick up the commentary job full-time, there’d be a lot of nights, entire weeks even, spent apart.
So with that thought, she told herself that it was okay to throw herself into the time they did have, that it was the practical thing to do.
She’d rather feel good in the immediacy and rip the Band-Aid off at some unknown later date than temper her emotions now to make the eventual comedown less intense.
Reese had become a wanton woman, and she had no problem acting the part.
Finally, she felt her phone vibrate again.
Sydney King - 2:19 p.m.
Sorry, they had to explain to me that I should “warm up my voice” to prepare for talking for long periods of time
Reese Devereux - 2:19 p.m.
Did you explain to them that you’ve been doing daily vocal exercises?
Sydney King - 2:19 p.m.
I don’t think that screaming your name while I come counts…
Reese Devereux - 2:19 p.m.
But you do it over and over again…
Desire sluiced through Reese’s veins, heady and potent as she typed the words. She could hear perfectly how Sydney said her name when they had sex. Sometimes it was breathy and wanting. Other times it was guttural and hedonistic.
But it was always hot. So, so hot.
And she couldn’t get enough of it. Three days ago, she’d lain in bed with Sydney, and everything had felt so right.
The sex. The compatibility. The support.
All she wanted to do was wrap herself up in the way Sydney made her feel forever. Or at least for as long as she could.
Sydney King - 2:20 p.m.
Bad. And unfair, considering I have to practice in a minute and my body is on fire. I probably look like a tomato.
Reese Devereux - 2:20 p.m.
