Five thirty. Why?
I was just curious where the time zone actually changes.
What time is it for you?
Two thirty. So it must change incrementally as we fly.
Right. With the...time zones.
Smart-ass
Guilty as charged. How’s the flight?
Long
Yeah, coming back is a bitch. You’ll be wiped tonight.
Tonight. I’d love nothing more than to screw the jetlag, and our bet, and head right from the airport to Jax’s place. Since he left, there was a huge void that I’d never expected. Nor wanted. But it was there nonetheless.
For sure
What I wanted, and what had to be, were two different things.
Miss me?
How was he reading my mind? Freaky.
Not even a little.
Liar
This was bad. Really, really bad.
Do you miss me?
His answer was immediate.
Yes
Heart pounding, I thought about how to respond. Thankfully, little text bubbles appeared so I didn’t have to think too hard.
I miss talking to you. Touching you. Tasting you.
Holy hell, this man was something else.
Maybe I miss that a little.
He sent a wink emoji.
Tell me what you miss most.
This was getting interesting for sure.
Waking up to the feel of your hands exploring every inch of my body.
Now, there was some honesty. This morning when I woke up and Jax wasn’t tucked in beside me, his fingers brushing over the curve of my hip as I lay on my side, I literally groaned in frustration.
I love exploring your body. Hope to do more of it soon.