Page 139 of Perfect Pucking Match


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“You thought I wouldn’t mind not talking to you every day?” I ask, unable to hide my shock.

“Well… yeah.”

“Well, I fucking mind, okay? I fucking mind.”

How the fuck could she even think such a thing?

“How could you ever think I wouldn’t notice you out of my life?” I grumble, showing her my true underbelly. “I noticed, okay? And I didn’t like it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I missed you too,” she whispers.

“Really?”

“Hmm,” she hums, and fuck if that sweet hum doesn’t go straight to my cock.

“Sorry for waking you up,” I whisper back while inwardly telling my cock to calm the fuck down.

“That’s okay.”

My heart flutters in my chest at the thought of her lazy smile while she snuggles under the covers, holding her phone to her ear just to listen to me breathe.

“Lottie?”

“Yes, Nate?”

“Can you hang up?”

“Tired of me already?” She laughs softly.

“Quite the contrary. I want to try something. Can you hang up? Please?”

“Why don’t you hang up?” she counters with a tiny giggle.

Because hanging up on you would kill me.

“Please?” I insist instead of telling her the real reason why it would be impossible for me to do such a thing.

“Okay.” She laughs and, just as I asked, hangs up the phone.

I quickly call her back, only this time by video chat.

The line rings just once, Lottie as eager as I am for her to take my call.

“Give a girl a little warning if you want to FaceTime her. I’m a mess.” She laughs as she lies with her head on her pillow, her raven hair sprawled all throughout it.

“You’re beautiful,” I blurt out before my head catches up with my mouth, but the way she blushes makes up for the embarrassment of me saying such a thing.

“You’re not too shabby, yourself.” She grins shyly.

Fuck me, but that coy smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in weeks. Where before everything looked gray and cold, that one smile brought color back to my life.

“You tired?” I ask when she struggles to keep her eyes open.

“Little bit, yeah,” she says, snuggling into her pillow.

“Maybe this was a bad idea then.”

“No. This is perfect,” she whispers. “Just listening to your voice is… perfect.”

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