I huff out a dry laugh. “That’s not true. And besides, Megan and I are over anyway.”
“Since when? Didn’t she post a picture of y’all not that long ago?”
“Keeping tabs on me, Sunny?” My pulse kicks up, thinking about her stalking my social media the same way I do hers.
“You wish,” she mutters with a chuckle. She’s lying, or maybe I’m just tipsy enough to believe that.
“We broke up about a week ago,” I say. Well, technically, she broke up with me, but I saw it coming, and had she not done it, I know I would have eventually.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replies softly. “You guys have been together a while. I’m sure that sucked.”
“Eh, thanks, but it’s honestly for the best. We fought all the time, especially since starting college, and the last thing either of us needs is to be bogged down by relationship drama our freshmen year.”
“Still, breakups suck, even if it’s for the best.”
“I miss you, Sunny,” I admit, knowing it’s a stupid thing to say. Charley’s going to think I’m only saying that because I’m single now, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She may have ended things between us two years ago when she went off to college, but I still think about her constantly.
I still feel more connected to her than I have anyone else.
The line is silent for a moment. I would give anything to know what’s running through her mind. It’s been too damn long since we’ve talked like this. “You don’t miss me,” she finally says flippantly. “You’re just single and it’s late.”
There it is.
“That’s not true,” I toss back. “Do you miss me?”
She giggles. “I’m not answering that.”
“Why not?” Sitting up, I press my back against the headboard, a burst of excitement shooting through my veins. “Because you don’t want to admit you miss me too?”
“Nah, because I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings when I tell you I don’t.” There’s teasing in her tone, and we both know she’s full of shit.
“Ha! Yeah right.” We both laugh, and it’s all the confirmation I need. “What are you doing right now?” I ask.
“Lying in bed,” she murmurs, the rasp in her voice heating my blood. “What about you?”
“Same. A little drunk.”
“Same,” she repeats with a giggle.
“I saw the picture you posted earlier. What’d you get up to tonight?”
Charley breathes out another giggle. “Wanna see?”
“Yes,” I say too quickly.
A moment later, my phone vibrates against my ear, and when I look, it’s a picture from her. Blame it on the alcohol I had earlier, or the pull she’s had on me for years, but my dick’s already half hard by the time I click on the notification.“Damn,” I breathe, taking in the picture filling my screen. It takes no time at all to go from half-mast to full. “Those are fucking hot. You got them done today?”
“I did.”
“They look so fucking good.”
“You like ’em?” she asks, her voice low and sexy.
My body is vibrating with arousal as I stare at her breasts and the jewelry shoved through both her taut, pink nipples. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
Charley chuckles, the sound breathy through the line. “Yeah? How much?”
I reach down and squeeze my erection over my boxer briefs, biting my lip to keep from groaning. “You sure you wanna know?” I ask, knowing we’re walking the line into dangerous territory.
