“Well, they do say that age is merely a number.”
“So I’ve heard.” Keeley giggles and I huff out a laugh, well and truly distracted.
“Thanks for the help.”
“Anytime. But next time, I want to be able to see you. Maybe we can FaceTime.” Her voice holds a lightness to it that wasn’t there before. Too bad I can’t agree with her.
“Next time we’re going to be in bed.” It’s a demand, not a request, and the tone of my voice reflects that. Not that it affects Keeley.
“We’ll see.” I picture her shrugging, and laugh until I see the state I’m in, groaning again.
“I need to clean up.”
“Me too. Have a good sleep, Sal.”
“You too, Keeley. Sleep tight.”
I’m going to fucking miss you if you decide to walk away.
Chapter Forty-One
KEELEY
After going to bed with a smile on my face, I woke up with a goddamn conscience and a small amount of guilt. As much as I loved the phone sex with Sal last night, I’m pretty sure I was once again deflecting from having to talk about my feelings.
Sal may have said he wanted to be face-to-face to talk about us, but there was a chance that general chitchat would lead to deeper conversations about feelings, and while I know I’m developing feelings for Sal, something keeps stopping me from admitting to it.
All that aside, I donotregret where I took things instead. I almost lost my mind. The way he took over, I could feel him there, as though it were his fingers inside me.
And when he lost control. My God.
I could tell he was restraining himself and refusing to play along. Which only made it that much hotter when he did.
His sounds alone almost sent me over the edge.
A soft pang settles around my middle and I sigh.Dammit. I fucking miss him. He’s been gone less than twenty-four hours and I want him back.
My day drags as though time is standing still, and by the time dinner comes around, I’m feeling even more guilty and nervous, now that I have to face Paige. What do I even tell her if she asks me what’s going on?
Since Second Chapter is a short walk from Paige and Easton’s and my mom’s apartment building, I stop by her place before I go, needing to confirm she’s still okay, despite her telling me several times that she is.
I would have stopped by earlier, only I was in “avoid Addie” mode, and like a chicken, I waited until I knew she’d gone home.
I’m a few minutes late by the time I make it to the restaurant and I’m shocked to find Paige already waiting for me.
“You’re never on time,” I tease her as I sit down, my nose practically inside my bag as I look for the invitation Mom gave me to pass along.
“And you’re never late.” She laughs.
“I know, sorry. Mom wanted me to give you this.” My fingers curl around the end of the envelope and I pull it out, cringing at the crinkled state it’s in. “Sorry.”
“Ahh, the invitation to Addie’s Thanksgiving party.”
“You knew about it?”
“I did. We ran into her in the lobby this morning.”
Then why the freaking written invitation?“Most people just call their family members, but Addie’s a different breed. It’s August, for God’s sake.”
