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“Winter?” His voice deep and raspy, exhaustion clear in his timbre.
Maybe he’s lying in bed. Maybe he’s in his all-black boxer briefs thinking about me. Maybe he misses me.
Or maybe he’s called to remind you he still hates you for fucking Dylan…
“Hi,” I say warily.
“Hi…” His tone is soft and relaxed now. A stark contrast to the one he left my apartment with on Friday. “Are you busy?”
“No. I’m just getting into bed. I’ll probably read for a while… Is everything okay?” I lift the corner of my blankets and slide in. The sheets are cold, but my body is ablaze from the bass of Aleck’s voice through the phone.
“It’s Sunday… Did you go to your dad’s for dinner?”
A warm smile drifts across my lips. “Yeah. Sondra came with me. They haven’t seen her in a while. It’s my dad’s birthday, so we had cake and gave him gifts. Then Cal and Bennie argued over who would survive a zombie apocalypse longer.”
“Cal would,” he says without hesitation.
I laugh, snuggling into my blankets. “Yeah, without question.”
A few seconds pass, but it’s not uncomfortable, it’s warm and cozy as if he were lying right next to me.
“Winter, I’m really sorry about my reaction the other day. I shouldn’t have behaved like that. I’d like to send a company over to replace your cabinet, if that—”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“No, I’d like to. I shouldn’t have punched it. I was so… angry. But that’s not an excuse to behave that way. I’m sorry.”
So much for him staying away from me.
So much for me wanting him to.
“It’s okay. Since I rent, I’ll let you fix the cabinet.” I laugh, but it fades when I feel the need to tell him the truth about Dylan. “Aleck…” I shouldn’t do this, but to actually move on, I need to rid myself of this lie hanging over me. “I have to tell you something...”
“Tell me anything, Winter.”
“I lied about Dylan.” The silence rings in my ears, the anticipation of his response aching in my chest. “I didn’t sleep with him.”
The sound of Aleck expelling a breath like he had been holding it in for a week makes me smile and I don’t know why, but the thought that Aleck knows the truth makes me feel safer than the lie did.
“You’re not seeing him?” he asks. “You two aren’t—”
“No. The last time I spoke with him was when I told him I had feelings for you.”
“So, you didn’t fuck him?”
I don’t know why, but I laugh, feeling like the answer should be obvious by now.
“No.I’m sorry I hurt you. I only said it to get you to leave because I knew I would screw you in my kitchen if you stayed.” I chuckle at my confession.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes. “You’re still mine,” he says so quietly I almost don’t hear it.
The silence that follows is palpable.
Thinking of that day, of his lips on my neck, his body pressed against mine, and his hard veiny arms caging me in resonates between my legs, making me clench my walls tightly around nothing.
Then he speaks, intensifying the ache in my core. “Ihatedthe thought of anyone’s hands on you but mine.”
His hands on my body…Clench.
