[randy]
My eyes narrowed upstairs. Who might be calling my phone?
I looked at them and sheepishly smiled. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
They already understood me.
As I swung the door open, my phone lighted on the table. I closed the door and took the phone.
A placid smile embroidered on my lips. “Hello?”
Abelardo chuckled on the other line. “Randy, you sounded like a high school student, flirting with his crush.”
I laughed as well.
Damn. Do I sound like it?
I mean, I’m desperate to feel his touch.
And want his hardness inside me.
Oh, Abelardo.
I cleared my throat. “How are you doing? You haven’t called me in two days.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Abelardo apologized. I heard him sigh.
Is something wrong?
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
I could paint an image of him fro
