Page 125 of My Favorite Hero

I picked up my phone, deciding midnight wasn’t too late to call her. She answered right away.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” I murmured. “You okay?”

She chuckled. “I’m fine. You?”

I grunted.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked.

“No. I even bunked in the quiet room, but I can’t sleep.”

“Want me to come there and you can smuggle me in? I can help you relax.”

I shut my eyes as I laughed. “Pixie, this place is covered in cameras on all the doors and bays. Sneaking you in is almost impossible.”

“Damn.”

“But if I could, I would,” I admitted.

We were quiet for a minute.

“Why can’t you sleep?” she asked. “You must be tired.”

“You’re not here,” I said honestly.

“I kinda feel the same.”

“Where are you?” I asked.

“In bed.”

“Whose bed?”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you.”

“Mine? Tell me you’re in mine,” I demanded.

“I’m in yours. The sheets smell like you. It helps.”

I groaned. “I get it.”

“Maybe you should smuggle my pillow in next shift.”

“Damn good suggestion.”

She sighed. “I know. I’m brilliant.”

“You are.”

She hummed then sighed. “About our date…”

“Yeah?”

“You still want me to wear the dress?”

“I’m counting on it.”