Page 49 of Undeniable
“Why?” he asked.
“Because…” I couldn’t think of a good reason. Not one.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked in a softer tone, concern lacing his words.
“No. I’m just… I’ve never done this before.” God, that was embarrassing to admit. But this was Connor. I felt as if I could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge me.
“Done what? Talked to me on the phone?” he teased.
“Connor,” I chided. “You know what I mean.”
“I just want to hang out with you. If you also happen to be taking a bath, then so be it.”
“But I’m…” My voice came out strangled, so I whispered, “Naked. And you know it.”
“True, but it’s not like we’re on FaceTime. Though, we could be if you wanted.”
I checked the water temperature but said nothing.
He was silent for a moment then he asked, “Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?”
Great. And now I was imagining him naked. Instead of answering, I asked, “Do you have any tattoos?”
He chuckled. “Nah. Makes you too easy to identify.” I arched a brow. “What about you?”
I shook my head, then remembered that he couldn’t see me. “No. No tattoos. Just one piercing.”
“Belly button, right?” he joked.
“Obviously,” I said, feeling more at ease.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he rasped, though it was more of a demand.
“I’m sinking into the tub,” I said, slipping into the water and turning off the tap. It was heaven, the warm liquid enveloping me like an embrace. I put the phone on speaker and set it on the side of the tub. “Where are you? What are you doing?”
“Lying in bed. Talking to you.” I could just imagine him reclining against his headboard, one arm behind his head. “Thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, desperate for him to say more.
“I’m always thinking about you.”
I melted at his words, his honesty.
“So am I,” I said. “I mean, thinking about you. Not myself.” I laughed, but it sounded nervous to my ears.
He chuckled, the sound spreading liquid heat throughout my insides, and I could feel the stress melting away.
“How was your day?” he asked, and I was grateful for the momentary reprieve. The return to more familiar territory.
As excited as I was that he’d be visiting soon, I was also terrified. But right now, I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to enjoy talking with him.
But then I remembered what he’d asked, and my expression soured. I sighed, tilting my head back against the wall.
“That bad, huh?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Want to talk about it?”
