My phone rings, and of course, I already know from the ringtone alone that it’s Maddie.
I stare at the screen. Seeing her name only cements my feelings.
There’s no way.
The phone rings again, but even after the second call, I still can’t answer.
Not because I don’t want to, but because the second Maddie detects the slightest hiccup in my voice, she’d be on the next flight out.
Mads: HI!!!!!! Where are you?
I drop my head, hating that I need her to hold off calling me again.
So I lie.The last thing I ever want to do.
Still out with the team. How was lunch?
Mads: Oh, sorry! I figured you’d be home by now.
Mads: Your mom took us to an authentic Spanish restaurant, and I ate Tortilla depatatas. OMG. They were delicious. I could eat them every day.
Mads: I even practiced my Spanish with the staff. I try with Rosa, but she tells me I’m doing perfect every time, even though I know I’m not. LOL.
Even through the turmoil filling my head, she’s still able to put a smile on my face.
That’s because Mom loves you.
Mads: Guess what we’re doing tonight?
What’s that, Mads?
Mads: We’re going to see Wicked on Broadway! I’m so dang excited.
That doesn’t surprise me. It’s been Camila’s latest obsession.
Mads: You’ll have to help me buy a gift for Rosa. She won’t let me pay for a single thing.
She doesn’t expect a gift, babe. She likes taking you around the city.
Mads: I know, but I want to.
Mads: G2G. ILYSM!!!!! I’ll call you after the show xoxoxo
Maddie
“Nate!” I call from his bedroom, flipping the page of my notes. He’s downstairs watching a movie with Leo while I cram for my last exam of the year.
“What’s up?” he asks, stepping into the room. He tosses a blanket over my shoulders without hesitation, always knowing when I’m cold.
My eyes track him as he crosses the room, my thoughts derail, forgetting why I even called him.
Nate’s tanned, broad chest is on display, and his large muscles flex with every move he makes.
He’s wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, and my eye travels down the “V” cut of his muscles, leading straight down into his sweats.
I bite my lips, grinning, as I watch the outline of his penis grow right before my eyes.
“Need me to wipe the drool off your chin?” he teases.
