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I love it. I need it. "You already know."
"I don't know the shoes."
"No shoes." I sit on my bed. "I'm going to put you on speaker."
"Already?"
"Already." I tap the button, stretch out over my bed, lay the phone next to my chest.
"What if I want some foreplay?"
"What do you call this?"
He laughs. "Conversational foreplay?"
"Really? 'Send me a pic when you're ready' is a request for conversation now?"
"I thought it would be your Fiona Apple shirt."
"Bullshit."
"Yeah." He laughs. "Are you good? After Saturday?"
"Good enough."
"You want to talk about it?"
"No. Is that okay?"
He hesitates. "Yeah. Of course."
"Really, Tricky, if you're feeling used"—it takes all my self-control to force the words from my brain, but I do—"we can stop."
"Talk?"
"No… I mean, I'm not up to talking, but we can plan a time for later."
"I like feeling used."
"Yeah?"
"But only by you."
My chest flushes.
"I love the thought of it." His voice shifts to something all seduction. "Being the guy you call when you want to come."
"You are."
"I know." He doesn't addbut there's more and I want to talk about the more too.
Maybe it isn't there. Maybe I'm imagining it. "What are you wearing?" I push aside my thoughts.
"Jeans. A t-shirt."
"What color?"
"Teal."
