Why was he calling?
Did he want to see me again?
What would I say if he did?
Excitement flooded my lower belly.
Get a grip, I whispered to myself before swiping my finger across the screen.
“Hey,” I said with a lightness in my voice that belied the weight in the pit of my stomach.
“Hey.” There was something in his voice that sounded almost like relief. “I started to think you weren’t going to pick up.”
“I thought about it,” I said softly.
For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said finally.
“I’ve been thinking about you too.” I couldn’t lie, not to him. Also, I didn’t want to, and something told me he’d see through my lie anyway.
“Are you alone?” he said.
I nodded then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Amy had a dinner date with Colin.”
“Oh,” he said.
We were both quiet.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” he said, “how’s that celibacy thing been going?”
I exhaled. “I got derailed for a couple days, but I’m back on track.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I heard him breathe. “Thing is, I feel like I should come over, see you…just to make sure.”
Something tightened in my belly. “How soon can you get here?”
“A few minutes,” he replied.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “Hurry.”
After the call ended, I got up from the couch. I was wearing a loose tank top and shorts, and I wondered if I had time to change into something sexier. I went to the bathroom and gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror. I ran a quick hand through my hair and wet my lips. My eyes looked wild, expectant, excited.
I could barely wait.
The doorbell rang, and I dived for the door. I only spared a moment to look at him, to drink in his effortless hotness in a plain shirt, dark jacket, and jeans before I pulled him into the apartment and dragged his lips down to cover mine.
His tongue delved into my mouth, claiming me as I so desperately wanted to be claimed. His strong arms lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
He tore his lips from mine then quirked his lips in a wry smile. “Hello.”
I laughed weakly. “Hi.”
“Fuck, Daphne.” His voice was rough. He placed his forehead on mine and exhaled. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too.”