And, yeah, I reallyreallydo want it.
Want him.
"Hey." I answer, my voice grating on its way out.
"Hey Charming."
Fuck, hearing his voice brings me right back to our time together and anticipation rockets through my body. Lust, of course, but also this lightness spending time with him left me with.
"How was the rest of your party?" I ask as I lean back into the stiff tour bus sofa. Mine is one of several buses lined up in the parking lot. We all just brought our own rigs and let staff drive us to and from the festival in golf carts.
"Fun!" He chuckles. "My best buddy on the team is girl crazy right now so it was a little different not to hang out with him all night."
"And you weren’t girl crazy with him?"
"I'm not anything crazy, thank you very much." He says with a lift of his eyebrow over the frame of his glasses.
"What are your plans for the weekend?" I’m fishing, flailing. I don’t know how to have this conversation. I mean, our texts made it seem like we’d be sexting or whatever this is called. But it feels so weird to just start getting intimate.
"I actually fly out to Colorado tomorrow. One of my teammates, Bryson, is proposing to his girlfriend so we're going out for the party." Duncan rests back against his headboard, his arm propped up behind his head. His bicep popping deliciously. My mouth waters.
Maybe getting intimate out of the blue won’t be so hard after all.
He’d have a field day with that comment.
"That's nice. You and your teammates are pretty close." I swallow thickly as I get the words out.
"Yes, but I'm okay keeping secrets from them." He pulls the phone closer to his face and I see how his closely trimmed facial hair covers his jaw, continues down his neck, and almost connects with his chest hair. I wish I could nuzzle along the coarse plains of his body. "Especially little dirty ones."
I blush in the dark and even if he noticed I could blame the reflection of red blaze exploding in the sky.
"Is that right?" I ask as I watch his Adam's apple bob.
"Yeah Charming. Now, I’m already half undressed, catch up." He chuckles and I lean forward to prop my phone against a candle sitting on the table.
I lift my hat by the crown but Duncan makes a pouting sound.
"What?"
"After you take that too tight t-shirt off, put the hat back on." He says and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"If you keep your glasses on." I counter.
"How else am I going to see you?"
I try not to roll my eyes but the satisfaction of him doing what I asked settles as I lean back to undo my belt.
"Stand up, show me." Duncan says and I look back at the screen and see him settling in against the pillows.
"You’re getting quite the show, Duncan." I tease as I pivot the phone and stand back. I see all of me in the corner of the call.
My hands freeze on my belt.
"Rhys?" Duncan asks, he sits up. "What’s wrong?"
"I, umm, nothing." I try to shake the uneasy swirl of emotions in my gut.
"No, that is not nothing, everything on your face changed. You turned back into a frog."
