Harper:
Shit. I was halfway home when I realized. I’ll get them back from you.
I retrieved them from my pocket and held them up, running the fabric between my fingers.
Me:
Nah, you’re not getting these back. I rescued them. They’re mine.
Harper:
You can’t keep my underwear, Cole.
Me:
Come get ‘em
Harper:
In time, Dr. Vaughn
Me:
We are gonna sleep good tonight.
Harper:
Eventually.
I frowned at my phone.
Me:
What do you mean, eventually? You got plans? You got ENERGY for plans?
Harper:
My plans are to pour a glass of wine and pull out my vibrator while I imagine us in that closet and give myself an encore.
I sat in my parking spot staring at my phone, already stirring back to life.
Me:
Oh.
I think I’m jealous.
Harper:
Well, if you want me to wait until you can join in the fun, FaceTime me when you’re ready. I’ll give you something you can do with my panties.
My brain shorted out at the mental image of her on my screen, legs parted, fingers stroking…
The last of my self-control was fried.
Me:
Oh, word? I’m on my way home. Don’t start without me.
