Nate waggles his brows.
The familiar warmth that only Nate elicits from me tingles in the pit of my stomach.
“Not like that.” I hide my blush and lean back, mimicking his position. “I just…I want your arms around me. I miss the feeling of being held by you. I know it’s silly?—”
“It’s not, Mads.”
I change the subject before I start getting upset. “Tell me something new.”
“Be more specific. My brain is too fried to think.”
This is our new thing. We ask one random question every call, learning more about each other than we could in the short time at camp.
“Dogs or cats?”
“Dogs. Dogs. Dogs. One hundred percent dogs.”
“Jeez, what has a cat ever done to you?”
“For one, I’m allergic.” He widens his eyes to accentuate his point. “And two, they creep me out. Like I’ll turn over in the middle of the night, and one will be there staring into my soul.”
I cover my face and giggle. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m sorry if you’re a cat person, but it’s a big fat no from me.”
“I’m not. Well, I like all animals, but I prefer dogs.”
“What kind?”
I don’t even have to think. “A black German Shepherd.”
He nods approvingly. “Beautiful dog for a beautiful girl.”
I groan. “Too corny.”
“So…back to the touching me part.”
I burst out laughing. “No one was talking about that.”
“I want to send you something…something that will help us while we’re apart.”
I narrow my eyes, not catching on. “Send me what?”
He has a mischievous gleam in his eye. “It will be a surprise. I’m going to overnight something to you so it gets there early in the morning, when your parents are at work. It will be there when you get home from school.” He pauses. “But you need to make sure your mom doesn’t find it.”
“Nate. What in the world are you—” My eyes widen when I finally catch on. “Don’t you dare send me anything sexual!”
He drops his voice. “I will, and I am.”
My body heats up, and my breathing is labored.
His gaze darkens, and he shifts slightly on the bed. “Fuck, Mads. Look at you. You like the idea, don’t you?”
I watch as his hand disappears from view, and when his breath hitches, his jaw tightening, I know he’s touching himself.
“Nate,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
“Do you want to try something?”
