“Not so tired I can’t listen to you tell me about your day,” I said, hopeful.
“I can do that,” Wes agreed. “But I was thinking, y’know, this is a wi-fi call. If you plug your phone in, and I plug mine in… you could… this is stupid, but we could just leave the call going while we slept. I miss… I miss, umm…”
Wes trailed off, but I could hear how close he’d gotten to tears.
I could feel a lump forming in my own throat at the thought of lying down next to him. Such a simple thing, something we’d taken for granted when we got together.
Now I would’ve done anything for the power to just appear in his room and crawl under the blankets with him. To hold his goddamn hand, just for a little while.
“I like this plan,” I said. “Let’s go with it.”
Wes breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
“Good. Okay, good. You’ve got me until you go to work tomorrow.”
That wasn’t nearly enough, but I’d have to take it.
“I mean,” Wes continued. “You’vealwaysgot me, but… you know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean,” I said. “Seventy-four hours until you get here.”
“You’re not counting the minutes?” Wes teased.
“I’m counting the seconds.”
29
Wes
As soon asHayden opened his apartment door, I pounced. If he’d been expecting anything else, he didn’t know me very well at all.
“Good to see you, too,” he laughed between kisses, one hand curled over my hip and gripping tight enough to bruise, the other playing with my hair, pulling out the strands as though he was checking for the fraction of an inch of growth since he’d last seen me.
“Less talking, more naked,” I said, slipping my hands into his sweats and finding nothing but bare skin under them.
I pulled back to raise an eyebrow, fingers still tracing patterns on his butt.
“Couldn’t risk opening the door naked.” Hayden shrugged. “Figured this was the next best option.”
I laughed, and it felt like the first time I’d done it in weeks.
“How do you keep being sohot?” I asked, swooping in for another kiss, heart soaring at the familiarity of Hayden’s aftershave, the new scent of the shampoo he used at home—one I’d never smelled before—and the warmth of his skin, the rasp of day-old stubble.
“There’s a bed,” Hayden murmured, but I was too busy kissing him again to really care.
Eventually we made it to the bedroom, my jacket already on the floor somewhere, one shoe missing, jeans open, Hayden’s hand under my t-shirt, rucking it up, waiting for me to stop kissing him long enough to pull it off over my head.
Maybe I’d start wearing button-downs with nothing underneath him, so he could undress me and kiss me at the same time.
The mattress creaked as Hayden pulled me down onto the bed, fresh linens smooth under my hand, every sensation a hundred times more intense than it had been for weeks.
“I missed you,” I said between increasingly desperate, needy, biting kisses, grinding down against him, hissing at the pressure of his cock against mine even through my underwear and his sweatpants.
Hayden shoved his hands into the back of my open jeans, grabbing handfuls of my ass and pulling me closer, grinding up against me, and this was already the best sex I’d ever had.
Not just because I’d waited for it, but because I’d been waiting forHayden.
“Missed you too,” Hayden panted, fingers tightening on my ass, slipping under the fabric of my underwear and between my cheeks, possessive and demanding, everything I’d been attracted to in the first place.
