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Chapter Twenty
Dean
I’ll admit: I’m the poor sucker who sat beside his phone and waited for it to ring.
After putting Bri to bed and reading a quick bedtime story, I opened a beer and tried to relax. Of course, relaxing came after I started a load of laundry, emptied the dishwasher, picked up what was left of Mom’s dinner that she started and left on the stove when she had to run out. Then I sent a quick text to Payton to thank her again for accompanying us to dinner.
And then I didn’t hear anything.
My mind went everywhere. She’s painting her toenails. She’s in danger. She fell asleep watching HGTV. Her phone’s dead. Her sister’s cat got loose and the entire family is looking for it. She changed her mind and doesn’t know how to tell me.
God, what a lovestruck sap I turned out to be.
And that’s the truth. I’m falling for her. I can feel it.
I’ve been staring at the same channel for the last forty-five minutes but have no clue what’s actually on the TV. The beer is keeping me company, but it isn’t strong enough to numb my mind. If she’s looking to end this before it really begins, then I’ll let her go. I wasn’t looking for a relationship when I met her anyway, so no harm no foul.
Except even I know that’s utter bullshit.
There’s something about her that demands my complete attention. I couldn’t let her go even if I wanted to. She owns a piece of my soul without even really realizing it. I’ve known her for about eight months, and in that time, I’ve grown to care a great deal for her. She’s feisty, energetic, and passionate. Her curves and those damn green eyes have me firmly by the balls, and I know I’d do just about anything she asked of me.
Taking another swig of my beer, I glance back down at my phone. As if knowing that I need to hear her voice, it lights up with her name displayed on the screen.
“Hello?” I ask, setting the beer bottle down on the coffee table.
“It’s late.”
“It’s very late. Why are you still up?”
“Lexi stopped by tonight and we drank booze and laughed. Next thing I knew it was midnight, and I realized I didn’t get to say goodnight.”
“I’m glad you called,” I tell her honestly.
“Sorry it’s so late, but I wanted you to know I got your message.”
We’re both quiet for several moments, though the silence isn’t uncomfortable. I can picture her lying on her bed, wearing nothing but the shirt I left at her place. “Are you wearing my shirt?”
“Yeah.”
Getting up, I head into my bedroom and close the door, making sure to lock it behind me. “Thinking of you wearing it right now makes me want to do crazy things to you.”
“What kinda crazy things?”
“Dirty, filthy things. Things that I shouldn’t even say out loud.” My cock thickens to the point of pain in my sweatpants. It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to grab a hold of it.
“Maybe you should show me then, since you can’t say it.”
“I would like nothing more than to show you, sweetheart, and if I were there, that’s exactly what I’d do. Do you think you can follow my directions? Then it would be like I’m there with you, touching your gorgeous body.” I’ve never done anything like this before, but my blood is pumping to one concentrated area, and the thought of knowing she’s about to touch herself on the other end of the phone makes my body flush.
“Tell me.”
“Is my shirt buttoned up?”
“Yes.” Her words are already raspy. I can feel the desire coursing through the phone.
“Slowly unbutton it. Start at the top and work your way down to the bottom.” My words sound stern, demanding, even to my own ears. A smile spreads widely across my lips as I sit back, close my eyes, and picture her fingers toying with the small buttons.
“Okay. It’s unbuttoned.”
