Why? What did I do?
Exist.
I recoil in confusion.
… Sorry?
I gnaw on my thumbnail as the dancing dots beside his name go on and on and—
How dare you have a smile so beautiful that I crave the sight of it constantly. How dare your laugh sound better than every one of my favorite songs. How dare you breathe and make me wish I was your oxygen. How dare you hold me like you’ll never let me go. How dare you look at me like I’m worthy of your heart.
A lump forms in my throat.
If you think it ends there, it doesn't, because you take it one step further. You just HAVE to smell like winter mornings on the beach and taste like sweet sunshine, don’t you? My god, don’t even get mestarted on your body. The way you feel beneath me just HAS to light me up like a fucking forest fire, doesn’t it? Do you have any idea how impossible it is to sleep when I have YOU to think about?
My eyes sting and my cheeks ache from smiling. His words chase the tide of doubt away and replace it with dizzying affection. Being together, even if only in private, surpasses my wildest dreams. He’severything. I can’t get enough of him and maybe it’s getting out of hand, but I can't stop myself from falling.
How dare YOU text me all of that and not expect me to run to your fucking house right now?
Stop. I’m getting terrible ideas.
My imagination goes rogue: Climbing through his window, devouring his mouth as I lay him back on the bed, undressing him andkissing his warm, naked skin.
I need to know these ideas… for research purposes of course. ;)
Are you writing a paper on bad decisions that I’m unaware of?
I snort and begin tapping out a response, but before hitting send, I pause. Since the night of my first track meet, I haven’t pushed for more physically, assuming when he’s ready, he'll initiate. But waiting hasn't tamed my fantasies. It’s expanded them, leading me to research every imaginable way to pleasure him. Two options stare me in the face: continue innocently flirting or test the waters?
Fuck it.
If I showed up right now, what wouldyou do?
The typing bubbles start, then stop.
I chew my cuticle raw.
Start. Stop. Start. Stop.
Suddenly, my phone starts vibrating with Win's incoming call. I swipe to answer but before I can speak, he beats me to it.
“Baby.” A delicious shiver works down my spine at his scolding rasp. “Are you seriously on your way?”
Deflating against my pillow, I sigh, “I wish.”
He huffs and I grin, picturing his conflicted frown. But then I think of his lips and a yawning pit of desire opens up to swallow me whole. My over eager dick stirs; the bastard can’t sleep either.
“You still haven’t answered me,” I whisper.
Rustling.
“I’d kiss you.”
The hushed admission feels illicit. Or maybe I’m just keyed up. Whether he’s aware of it or not, he’s feeding the ravenous lust in me. There’s no stopping me from pushing this conversation in a daring direction.
“Where?”
A catch in his breath.
