“Because I don’t want to feel like I’m a problem tonight.”
“Problem? You’re not a problem.”
“Then stop trying to solve me.”
I lean over, dropping my head between my knees. “Okay.”
Honestly, figuring Annika out is exhausting. It’s a thousand times worse than my yips.
After a quiet beat, her tone shifts. Lighter, seductive.
“So… what are you wearing?”
I huff and feel the corners of my mouth tug upwards. “You’re deflecting.”
“Maybe,” she says. “Or maybe I just miss you.”
Something flutters inside my chest. Admitting she misses me is progress. For her. For our relationship.
“Anna…”
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” she presses.
I close my eyes for a short moment. “Gym shorts.”
“No shirt?”
“No.”
A soft inhale, “Good.”
Yeah, she’s definitely deflecting, but I let her, notwanting to push her away. It’s selfish of me, but I love this version of her—easy and warm.
Mine.
“Wish I was there,” she murmurs.
“Me too.” It gives me an idea. I hit the video call button as I lean against the headboard.
She switches and her face now fills the screen.
“Now we can see each other.”
“I look terrible.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
She blushes at my words and it burns as if every nerve in my body is on fire.
“Shut your eyes and do what I say.”
“I’m not shutting my eyes when I can look at your body,” she says.
Of course, I knew I would get some push back, but once we start, she’ll want more.
I whisper, “I want to see you get yourself off. Take off the tank top.” She hesitates. “Now Anna. Set the phone where I can see you.”
She slips off her tank slow and seductive. Her nipples point a bit upward. “Massage your breasts. Take your time.”
