“Hey! Same here, just with better company. Audrey’s waiting for me.”
I flipped him off and he laughed as he turned and headed out for the night. I finished one drink and poured myself another one just as full. I took it with me as I checked in on Ronny before I went to my room. He was fast asleep, the TV on and playing softly in the background.
I headed to my room, stopping by the kitchen for the bottle of vodka. I stripped down in my room and when I slipped my bag and jacket off, I took my phone out of my pocket and decided to send Tate a quick message.
I think I’m going to take a break from visiting.
I dropped my phone on the bed and stripped down to take a bath, taking my drink with me. By the time I got out of the water I was thoroughly relaxed, skin very soft, and rather drunk. I was still in my towel when my phone went off with a message. I picked it up and saw that it was from Tate.
Things are weird with us.
Thank you, captain obvious. I smirked and typed a reply.
You think?
His reply came quick.
I do. But we’re fixing it. Tonight.
We are? I looked around, thinking that maybe he came over. Disappointment filled me when I realized that I was just drunk. He wasn’t coming over tonight.
I got you something. I put it in your purse this afternoon. It’s in a little black bag.
I looked around and found my bag on the floor. I picked it up as another message came through.
Open it.
Fuck, I was trying. Hold your horses, I smirked. I pulled the black bag out and opened it. Inside was a bundle that I couldn’t quite see. I stuck my hand in and pulled out the contents. My heart sped up excitedly. It was a bra and panties. I lifted them in the air to see better. They were sheer, with black hearts covering the nipples and my lady parts. It was sexy.
Put them on and then show me.
I finally sent him another message.
How?
There was a long pause before his reply came, making my stomach flutter deliciously.
How do you think?
You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.
What was he doing? Were we... okay.
I set my phone down and finished drying myself off. I picked up the lingerie. I slipped it on and climbed onto the bed. It was rather comfy for being so sheer. I picked up my phone and turned the camera on. Trying to take good pictures while drunk was proving quite difficult. It took me about twenty tries to get a good one. Swallowing hard, I pushed send and not even five seconds later I received a photo back. My heartbeat was going so fast as I stared down at the unopened message. Sure, I had seen Tate in real life, but somehow this was still just as exciting. I clicked it open and was not disappointed.
Tate had sent me a photo similar to mine, except while I had kept my face in my picture, his was from the chest down. His hands were resting low on his hips, as were his boxers. I could see a hint of his shaft, but he was still keeping the rest of himself safely inside his underwear. My core throbbed, recalling exactly what he looked like completely bare.
I miss you. All of you.
Suddenly, before I could type out a response, my phone started ringing and his face appeared on my screen. I practically jumped out of my skin. I dropped my phone and scrambled to pick it back up and answer the call.
“Hello?” I asked nervously.
“Hi.” His voice was low, I could almost feel the rumble from across town.
“What are you doing?”
“Fixing this rut we’re in. I’m going to send you another picture, and I want you to tell me what you’d do if I was there with you like that.”
