I smile.
Freya:You still coming over?
A pause. Then:
Rory:I was planning on it.
Freya:You’ll have to be quiet.
Rory:Freya Collins.
Fuck, I love it when he calls me by my full name. I’d love it even better if it were Freya Bennett.
Freya:Yes?
Rory:How dare you suggest that we would be doing anything that would make us anything other than quiet!
I laugh softly.
Freya:We weren’t quiet on Friday. Or Saturday. Or even Sunday.
Another pause.
Rory:That was different.
Freya:How?
Rory:You weren’t trying to keep me quiet.
Heat spreads through me.
Freya:Just come over.
Three dots appear again.
Rory:Five minutes. Gotta look my best for my girl.
My Girl.My heart immediately starts beating faster. Because apparently… Normal life now includes Rory Bennett sneaking into my house after dark and calling mehis girl.
True to his word, five minutes later there’s a soft knock at the door. I open it quietly and there he is. That fine specimen of a man that apparently now refers to me ashis. He’s standing on my doorstep like some sort of extremely attractive problem I have absolutely no intention of solving. He looks… unfairly good. Dark jeans, a soft grey hoodie, hair still slightly damp like he’s just showered. And he smells incredible, that warm, clean aftershave that instantly turns me on as it reminds me of my face being buried deep in his neck. God knows how we’re going to stay quiet tonight.
“Hi,” he murmurs.
“Hi.”
For a moment we just look at each other. Then he steps inside and closes the door gently behind him. And the second the latch clicks, all the space between us disappears. His hands slide to my waist as he pulls me toward him and kisses me. It’s a kiss that’s full of everything that’s been building between us all day. I melt into him instantly.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my mouth.
“You saw me this afternoon.”
“Not like this I didn’t.”
I laugh softly, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before pulling back slightly. “Quiet,” I whisper.
He glances toward the stairs. “Right.”
The reminder hangs there between us for a second. Then Rory nods and follows me into the living room. We settle onto the sofa together, the soft glow from the lamp the only light in the room.
