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“Good night.”
I set my phone down on the bed next to me and roll to my back. I spend the entire night tossing and turning until eventually falling into a restless sleep.
* * *
The next morning, I get ready and head to both interviews. Both had potential, but neither offered what I really wanted. And that was to be in Harbor Highlands. To be with Hollyn. Once I get home, I check the time. It’s still early, but maybe she’s done at the bakery. I pull out my phone and instead of calling her, I decide to FaceTime again. The phone rings a few times before her face lights up the screen.
“Hey. I wasn’t expecting a video call. I’m sure I look like a train wreck.” She attempts to finger comb her hair, but the wind continues to blow strands into her face.
“You’re as beautiful as ever. Did you leave the bakery?”
“Yeah, I’m walking into my house. How did the job interviews go?”
“They went alright.”
Who am I kidding? They went terribly. Perhaps it was my subconscious sabotaging me because the entire time, all I could do was think about Hollyn and how I don’t want to lose her. She’s the first girl since Josie who’s held my attention for more than a night. The first girl I’ve wanted to move mountains for. Every question they asked me, I gave them some muddled version of skills and work ethic. At the end of the day, I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t be happy. So, instead, I made a new plan, but telling her will have to wait until we’re in person.
“How was your day?”
“It was good. Oh, I met Officer Reynolds this morning. He popped into the bakery to get that cinnamon roll you promised him. I had to come up with some excuse that you wrote him an IOU or something since you weren’t here.” She chuckles.
My heart rate spikes. “Were his eyes on you? Like maybe he saw something?”
“No. Not that I could tell.”
“Well, you aren’t very good at noticing things like that, especially when a guy flirts with you.”
“I know when you’re flirting with me.”
“With you, I make it pretty damn obvious that I’m flirting. Because I know flirting leads to kissing, kissing turns to touching, touching leads to fucking. And I really enjoy doing that last one with you.” A tint of pink paints her cheeks and I love that color on her. “God, I wish I was there with you right now.”
“Me too. When are you coming back?”
“I need to do a couple of things tonight, so I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”
“I have to spend another night without you?” She pouts.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Hold on a second. I need to change.”
“Why don’t you prop the phone up? Give me a little strip show.”
Her cheeks turn rosy pink again, and fuck, I want to see what else is pink. “You want me to strip? On FaceTime?”
“I do. Thinking about it has my dick hard.” I shift the camera down to my crotch to show her the visible outline underneath my slacks. “See how much I want you. Just seeing your smile has me on the cusp of coming.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip for a moment, deciding if she wants to go through with it, before propping her phone up on her dresser. She stands in front of her bed, giving me the perfect view from her knees up. Her dainty fingers undo the top button of her chef’s coat and slowly she moves down, releasing each button until the sides fall open, exposing her white tank top underneath. She shrugs out of her coat, and it floats to the floor. Her hard nipples poke through the thin fabric.
“If I was there right now, I would run my hands up your stomach, taking your tank top with me—”
“Like this?” She moves her hand up her stomach, exactly like I described.
“That’s perfect. I would stop as soon as I got to the top of your tits. I would put a finger into each cup and pull your bra down, exposing your hard perky nipples to the cool air.”
Her hands continue to do everything I say. She pulls down her bra and her nipples spring free. She cups each breast, squeezing and massaging them. I reach down and adjust my growing dick in my pants.
“Van, I wish you were here, and these were your hands.” With her thumb and forefinger, she pinches her nipples and exhales a moan.
