I’ve been spilling all the details to her for the last week since I can’t see him.
“Jesus, Lana, I miss him so much,” I groan and let my head fall into my palm, staring at her while she does the same.
“I’m jealous. That’s so cute,” she squeals.
We end up watching a movie while I keep checking my phone. I told him he could call me later when Lana leaves, and I kind of wish she’d just go already.
I’m the worst possible friend.
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“See you,” Lana says, hugging me before heading toward the front door.
I clean the glasses and turn off the lights before heading upstairs to my room, immediately grabbing my phone and dialing him. He picks up right away and his voice instantly sends familiar shivers down my spine.
“What took her so long?”
“Don’t be mean. You should be glad she kept me company, since you’re playing the sick card.”
“Fair.” There’s some noise on his end, but I ignore it.
We’re silent for a second. I exhale and throw myself onto my bed.
“I wish you were here,” I almost whisper.
“Say that again,” he says quietly, and I giggle.
“I wish,” I say slowly, “you were here, and—”
“And?” he hums, voice low, teasing.
“And I miss you.”
“You sound so adorable.” There’s a quiet exhale on his side.
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late. Do you think about me?” His voice is deeper now, almost demanding.
“You know what, not really,” I lie.
“Stop lying and tell me how much you think about me, Kiara.”
I exhale and unconsciously run my hand along my lower belly, his voice making my blood run hot.
“A lot,” I whisper.
“Do you still wish I was there?”
I can’t tame the smile.
“Don’t make me beg.” I arch my back on the bed and slip my hand down to my pussy.
“I’m downstairs.”
My heart stops.
I hang up and jump off the bed, running from my room down the old staircase and opening the main door with such force it almost flies off its hinges.
