Big beds are overrated.
No, not yet. You?
Me neither. Something’s missing.
A smile tugs at my lips, and I wanna squeal and kick my feet. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but fuck it, I’m gonna choose to believe I’m the one missing from his bed.
Is everything okay? Everyone okay?
Yes. Things are getting complicated, but yes.
How are you? Did you go to the doctor?
Okay, this is cute. He’s checking up on me. If I’m reading too much into it, then my heart will be fucked. Even Bernard wasn’t really that bothered with my health at the start. He would say I’ve been living with my condition my whole life, no point making a fuss about it. Granted, Carter knows nothing. Yet. But still.
Went. Got checked. Patched up, though they praised your skills and said there’s no trace of infection considering the circumstances. All good.
I hope you’re not just saying that for my benefit. If you need a better doctor, say the word.
Do you need a car?
Why? You gonna give me one?
I laugh as I type that text, and his reply comes instantly.
Yes.
I choke on my own spit and have to sit up to recover. Breaths saw out of my lungs as I reread that single word like the letters will magically change to “Don’t be fucking stupid. I was going to give you my dealer’s number.”
But they don’t change.
“Yes.”One word. Heavy with implications I must be reading too much into.
You’re quite familiar with one of them. ;) You can come see the rest and take your pick.
And don’t worry, GPS has been disabled on all of them. No one’s going to track you.
I burst out laughing, falling back on the bed and rolling as I hold my belly.
A very generous offer, sir. I’ll let you know if I’ll take you up on it.
Impressed to see you’ve learned your lesson.
I still have to teach you yours.
Blinking repeatedly, I clutch my phone tighter as deep in my belly, a fire stirs.
If you must. What would this lesson consist of?
A punishment.
Does it involve me dead and buried six feet deep out in the sticks?
It involves a spreader bar against your ankles, your wrists tied to the ceiling to keep you nice and immobile as I do whatever the fuck I deem appropriate to you.
My soul must have left my body because I’m looking down at my flushed face right now, at the desire sparkling in my eyes and the wanton need that fills me as I bite and lick my lips.
Well, I guess... if I must. Lessons are important, right?
