Page 40 of Chasing Sunsets

Me: What talk?

Tabby: Just how good you are at charming the pants off a girl.

Geezus.

I sit up, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the full-body reaction I’m having to her words.

Me: And what if I wanted to touch you?

Tabby: Then, I’d have to decide whether or not to let you.

Me: And would you?

Her answer is immediate.

Tabby: Depends on how good you are at convincing me.

I exhale slowly, leaning my head back against the headboard. This girl is going to be the death of me.

Me: I’d start slow. Make sure you were good and comfortable. Maybe let my fingers trace up your arm, just to see how you reacted.

A pause.

Tabby: And if I didn’t stop you?

My grip tightens on the phone.

Me: Then, I’d keep going. Down your back. Over your hips. My hands on your bare skin.

Her reply comes faster than I expected.

Tabby: That’s quite the imagination you’ve got.

Me: You have no idea.

Tabby: What next?

Me: I’d replace my fingers with my mouth. Kiss every inch of you.

She doesn’t answer right away, and I wonder if I pushed too far. But then …

Tabby: And what if I wanted to return the favor?

Fuck me.

I shut my eyes for a second, my pulse hammering. I can practically hear her voice, low and teasing, see the wicked glint in her eye.

Me: I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me.

Her reply comes almost instantly.

Tabby: That’s dangerous thinking, Anson. I’m a very creative girl.

I smirk.

Me: I like danger.

She sends back nothing but a winking emoji.

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