"Now what?" I ask.
"Fuck if I know." He whispers and we laugh again.
"Well, I have to go get on the bus and head back to D.C."
"We bought you a ticket on our flight home if you want to use it." Harper says from where she has her arms wrapped around Aiden's waist.
"Yeah, I do." Rhys says. Then he turns to me. "See you at home."
"Yeah, see you at home."
Chapter fifty-two
Rhys
Stop Talking To My Penis
"Here."Harperhandsmea pack of under eye patches. "Did you sleep at all?"
"Not really." I admit as I lean back in our first class seats.
My night was spent tossing and turning as I debated how to actually do this. Sure, we said the words. Sure, the kiss we shared felt like fireworks. But, I’m still booked in Nashville for the next several months before a nationwide tour starts. He’s still playing hockey with a demanding schedule.
My cock ached alone in bed last night.
Could we go back to our phone sex dates? Would we do more than text to coordinate the hookups time?
When I said I couldn’t go back to friends with benefits I meant it. I need more from him. I need casual conversations, and witty jokes, and to be with him while he’s at his best with his friends.
Has anything changed?
You said you love him.
Are three little words enough?
"Well, try to rest now, I have a feeling Duncan isn’t going to let you rest much once you get to his place."
I hope not. "Good thinking."
You Know You Want It
Boarded
Is that some new sexual position?
No, I’m on the plane.
I see your sexting hasn’t improved in our time apart.
No one to practice with.
Awww, Charming!
My smile spreads across my face and I hear Harper sigh wistfully.
See you soon.
Can’t wait.
