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Can’t sleep? I asked.
He read the message almost instantly, and the dotted bubble told me he was typing his response.
I don’t want to. Not when you’re just a few steps away.
I pressed my lips together, that ache between my legs returning twice as strong now.
Deciding to be honest, I wrote, I can’t sleep either. Can’t stop thinking about our goodnight kiss.
I could imagine his groan as he typed, I’m trying to be good, Gia. You’re making it hard as hell.
It? As in his dick? Or was that just where my horny mind went?
Are you naked, I wrote before I could think better of it.
The message was marked as READ, but no response bubble appeared. I waited, chewing my lip and wondering if I’d gone too far. Or maybe he fell asleep. Could he go from seemingly wide awake to snoozing in the middle of a message thread?
The dotted bubble finally appeared and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
I am now. You?
I laughed to myself, slinking back under the covers and bringing the phone with me.
I sleep naked. So, yes.
I wish I didn’t know that, woman. How will I ever stay away from you now?
Quickly, I tapped out a response that could satisfy both of us… without breaking any rules.
I’ll make you a deal. If you stay put, I’ll tell you what I’m doing right now. I think you’d be interested.
His reply was quick:
It would have to be good to keep me in this bed. Especially after I spotted that bikini photo on your feed. Gia, promise me you’ll never hate your body like the women you were telling me about. Because… well, I just think that would be a tragedy.
My heart thundered in my chest at Sloane’s blunt words. I let him know it by sending a heart emoji.
Not fair, he wrote. I don’t know how to do that.
Do you want me to teach you, or do you want to know what I’m doing?
Definitely the second option.
Okay, but it’s a secret. So, can you keep a secret?
I’ll keep any secret you give me, pretty girl. All your secrets. They couldn’t pry them from my cold dead lips.
Well, okay then.
I dragged my hand down through my cleavage again, slowly making a path to the molten spot between my legs. I used my voice to type out the next message:
I’m touching myself, Sloane.
There was a pause before I saw his incoming reply. Touching yourself… where?
Everywhere.
Where is your hand right now, Gia?
