Page 54 of Worth the Fight

“Umm, I'll text you my schedule for the next month or two, and you pick when you’re free.”

“Sounds good, baby.” I release an awkward, almost nervous laugh. “I’m so excited to see you. Nervous, but excited.” I didn’t have a chance to get nervous when I saw her last month with the help of Nana’s meddling. We had a few glorious hours together, but this time, I’ll get days, nights. Time to really be with her again, to sit next to her, hopefully hold her in my arms, and I’m already buzzing, excitement already brewing in my chest.

“It’ll be like we’re teenagers again, and I’ll be sweating, nervous as hell to hang out with the coolest girl around.”

She giggles at that and then yawns.

“Are you going to take a little nap?”

“Yup,” she says, “already curled up in bed.”

“Wish I was there.”

Her voice is much softer now. “Me, too.”

I catch the time on my bedside clock out of the corner of my eye. “Fuck, hey, I’m sorry to cut this short, sweetheart, but I need to get going. We’re vaccinating today, and Grayson will have my ass if I'm late, and I really need to shower quickly.” I move across my bedroom to rifle through my drawers, pulling out boxers and a clean tee. My work jeans from yesterday sit across the room on an empty chair. They’re pretty damn dirty but will have to work for another day.

“Take me with you?” Magnolia's soft, sultry voice cuts through the sound of me gathering clothes.

“Gonna need you to repeat that, baby, because I think you just asked to watch me shower, and now I know I'm still dreaming.”

She giggles at that. “No, I’m for real. We just said it’s been a heck of a long time for both of us. That we haven’t really ever felt it outside of each other. Wouldn’t it be nice to … you know … feel that again?”

Feel that again.

She references it meaning the orgasm, the sexual chemistry we both know we have—I know that. But on some level, I hope she’s referencing us. The feeling of us being together, sharing something that intimate.

“Yeah,” I rasp. “It’d be real good to feel that again.” I slam my dresser drawer shut, and with the phone tucked between my shoulder and cheek, I whip open my bedroom door, looking both ways down the hall to make sure I’m alone. I pad along to the edge of the stairway and perk an ear downstairs, seeing if I can hear any voices.

It’s early, but Pops might be up, already brewing the coffee for the day. We’ll have to be quiet, but I'll be dead before I turn down a dirty video chat with Mags.

I flip the bathroom light and turn the fan on, hoping the hum drowns out some of the noise. I then turn the shower wand all the way to the right, so it gets steaming hot, before tossing my clothes on the side of the sink. “You still with me, pretty girl?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, and my heart thuds, cock hardening with anticipation.

“Well, turn that camera on for me, baby, let me see you.” Taking the phone from my ear, I hold it in my palm and flip to video chat. A few seconds later, the black screen turns bright. There’s some movement, and then Magnolia comes into view.

And she knocks the goddamn breath from my lungs.

Her perky little tits are nestled in what looks like a silky tank top. One I could tear apart with my bare hands if I was there.

Her chocolate eyes are staring back at me with a pink puffy lip pulled between her teeth.

“Hi,” I croak. “God, Mags, you…” I trail off, my words lost the longer she stares at me.

“I, what?”

“You’re so pretty that I forgot what I was going to say.”

She playfully rolls her eyes at that. “You don’t have to butter me up, I’m the one that suggested this.”

I reach a hand under the spray, feeling it warm up. Resting my phone on a ledge against the wall, I strip off my tee and boxers, kicking them to the side before entering the shower.

“It’s not a line,” I tell her, standing under the shower head and letting the water stream down my face. “You’re a fucking knockout, Mags. Always have been. You’re still you, I can see that plain as day, but you’re different at the same time.”

“Back at you, cowboy.” Her eyes rake hungrily over my arms and chest, down to where my cock sits heavy. I reach down, wrapping my first around it and tugging.

“Like what you see?”