Page 93 of Pucking Rebound
You’re allergic to fish, you love ice cream and fries. When you get annoyed, you do this cute thing with your nose, which causes your top lip to flip up and makes you look like you’re a growling tiger cub. I also know you well enough to know you’re currently chewing your lip.
I stop chewing my lip and watch as the speech bubbles bounce on the screen, waiting for his next text to arrive.
Jordy:
You’re frowning at your phone and clenching the thumb of your left hand into your fist.
I stop frowning, release my tight grip around my thumb, look around, and lift my phone.
Me:
Can you see me?
Jordy:
No, but I know you’ll be annoyed that I’m seeing Sienna today for the first time since we broke up. I’m being fully honest with you by telling you and letting you know that you have nothing to worry about. I don’t want her.
Me:
I don’t care.
Jordy:
I want you.
A broad smile shapes my lips.
He wants me.
I know he’s referring to us purely being friends with benefits.
I want him too. But in more ways than just friend with benefits because, for some unfathomable reason, I crave seeing him, get excited when he texts, and I love every conversation and meal we have together. Plus, our bodies crave one another and between the sheets we are hot enough to make the sun jealous.
Me:
You can have me on New Year’s Eve.
Jordy:
That’s days away. I might forget how to use my dick.
Me:
Use your hand. You’ll be fine.
Jordy:
Great advice. I’ll do it while replaying the memories of you playing with yourself like you did the other night.
I giggle, my body feeling hotter than a second ago.
“Who are you speaking to? You’ve gone redder than a firetruck.” Piper appears with two mugs of coffee, I know she’ll have made it Christmassy with splashes of Baileys Irish Cream I brought for us, and hands me one. “I’m assuming it’s whoever gave you that gorgeous bauble?”
“It is.” I place my phone face down on the arm of the sofa.
“Do I know him?”
“No.”Not personally.
