I smirk. There was no way I was going all in on a nude when she’s been teasing me mercilessly.
Kodie: It’s all yours…
Trouble: Christ. I’m so hot for you right now.
Kodie: Are you wearing your jersey?
Trouble: You know I am.
Kodie: Prove it.
And not a minute later, she does.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, staring at a picture of her on her bed, wearing my jersey, her legs spread. I can’t see anything, but it doesn’t matter. My memories are good enough to picture it.
I quickly tap out a response, using her words against her.
Kodie: What I wouldn’t do with that if it were right in front of me.
Trouble: Are you still alone?
Kodie: Baby, I’m lying here on my bed, hard as fuck for you. Yes, I’m alone.
Her response isn’t as fast as previous ones, and I start to wonder if I said the wrong thing.
But the second her message does pop up, I discover the reason for her hesitation.
Trouble: Video call?
My heart jumps into my throat as I stare at those two words.
Fuck. I want to. I really fucking want to.
Kodie: Missing me that much, baby?
Delete.
Kodie: Do I want to see your sexy body through a screen? Is that even a question?
Delete.
Kodie: Sure.
Kodie Rivers, you’re a fucking loser.
Thankfully, I’m dragged out of my self-deprecating thoughts when her call appears on my screen.
A shot of nerves goes through me.
It’s ridiculous. I’ve been with this woman. I know her intimately. Why is a video call so daunting?
Without overthinking it, I scoot back on the bed so I’m resting against the headboard and accept the call.
My breath catches when she appears before me.
She’s so fucking beautiful. And of course, she’s wearing my name and number.
“Hey, Big D. How’s it going?”
