Another message from him pops on my screen.
Chill out, man.
I’ll deal with him in a minute.
Rhys
Hey, dimples, what are you up to?
Keira
Reading by the pool. You at work yet?
Rhys
Just got here.
Keira
I miss you already, big guy.
I shake my head at the nickname.
Rhys
Miss you too.
Keira
Are you going to work late?
Rhys
Nah, I have someone to come home to.
Keira
I’m totally grinning. I’m counting the hours.
So am I.
Sure, I love women like the next guy, but I’m not a manwhore like Beckett used to be, and I’m certainly not a giant slut like our friend Collin Dennison. I swear that man must secretly take Viagra. He’s insatiable.
After being single for most of my adult life, and shying away from monogamous relationships because I never found anyone who kept my interest for long, I can’t get enough of Keira.
I don’t do things by half and this is no different. I go from being single to living with a woman. I go from not remembering a fraction of the women I’ve been with to being consumed by one woman.
Rhys
Be good today.
Keira
Or else?
Rhys
Don’t push my buttons.