Jesus i feel like shit
The worse hangover. I swear if i stand near a open flame ill burst into flames
You did it to yourself.
Wheres the sympathy?
What’s that again?
Its where you kiss it better ;)
Huh. Is that so?
I have a pain in the neck. It’s called Jai.
Want me to kiss it better?
It’s a start.
Well... There is a tightness in my shoulders.
Give me five minutes
Five minutes later my phone rattled and jumped across the desk, bleating out an incoming call. I leapt for it. “Hello?”
“Ugh. Really?” I slumped in my chair. Yes, the tingle across my skin happened as his voice drizzled down the line but the annoyance froze that. Why did he automatically start shit stirring?
“Because that’s what you are. A munchkin.” He laughed at his own joke.
“And you are a soulless ALIEN!” I yelled.
“Hey... not so loud.”
I could hear his grimace and that made me smile in pure evil delight. “I take it the hangover hasn’t improved.”
He groaned. “Just don’t yell again. My head hurts when you do that.”
“Then stop with the name calling.”
Pausing, he finally answered with; “But I can’t remember what your real name is.”
“Selene? Sally? Sasha?”
“Cecelia,” I pushed through gritted teeth.
“You’re breaking my heart. You’re shaking my confidence baby.”
My annoyance snapped and I laughed along to his singing. “Honey, please stop... my stomach... oh God.” I couldn’t stop myself. Wrapping my free arm around my belly I rocked from side to side with laughter. Still he sang. Suddenly I rocked too far and slipped off my chair. “Ouch!”
“What did you do to yourself?” He chuckled before knowing.
“I fell off my chair.”
“I was laughing at you.”
“So it’s my fault?” He scoffed. “That’s a you problem not a me problem.”
“What? That is both grammatically in-correct and a stupid saying.” Straightening, I placed my back against the desk and brought my knees up.
“It is what it is.”
“Idiot,” I leaned my head back. “Why did you call?”
“Well,” with that one word he lowered his voice so it glided across the line and raised goose bumps over me. “Sexting isn’t my thing.”
“Sexting? Is that what we were doing?”
“Hmm, we were getting there.”
Oh God. My DNA began to hum. This was going to be fun. “How were we getting there? We were nowhere near close.”
“Give me a chance, woman.”
“There you go again; calling me woman.”
“Well you are one.”
I snorted. “Thanks for noticing.”
“I notice a lot of things.”
“Like what?” I bit back.
“You have a fetish for cheesecake.”
“And you’re turned on easily. I bet it’s been a while for you.”
He hummed the song from earlier.
“Why did you need five minutes?”
The humming stopped. “I needed to get out of bed before I could call you.” He sounded cautious.
“You ask that question a lot.” He let out his breath in one fierce push. “I’m at a mate’s house and didn’t want any of them walking in as I was sweet talking you. So I’m outside.”
My face heated up and I brought my knees together, tightly. “Sweet talk me then.”
“Hmm, I’d start with kissing your neck. Softly.”
The sensitive skin tingled in anticipation. “Yeah.”
“Then I’d move down, slowly pressing my lips over your collarbone, between your breasts and across your belly.”
My breathing shook.
“I’d remove your panties and start with licking...”
“Huh?” I gasped.
“Sorry,” his voice returned to normal. “Me mate has found me.”
Somewhere in my brain there was enough blood for it to register the terrible use of the English language. Automatically I said, “My mate and I.”
“Whatever. Look I’d gotta go. Talk to you when I get back to town.”
“Oh, okay. Bye.”
“Kisses.” And he was gone.
“Right,” I muttered to no-one. Lowering my hand I placed the phone on the floor before pressing a clammy palm against the affected areas, those parts of my anatomy that tingled and begged for attention. Following his verbal steps I softly brushed against my neck, down over my collarbone and lifting the hem of my shirt I stroked down between my breasts and across my belly.
Then my hand froze at my jeans.
God, I ached.
He was right; it had been a long while since the last time.
My fingers danced along the denim waistband... five minutes later I was thinking straight again. I did up the zipper and button and took my seat again. I buzzed from the release.
But that was dampened by one thought.
“Why did he do something so intimate, or at least began to, when we don’t really know each other? Why hasn’t he asked me out to dinner like he promised?” My cheeks puffed out and I frowned. “What is with this guy?”