“You’re so dramatic,” she mumbles, already drifting again. But then she cracks one eye, scanning me properly this time. “You okay?”
“No,” I admit. “Nightmare. Couldn’t stop thinking.”
She shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. “Did you try the woo-woo exercises?”
“Tried. Got to the part where I’m supposed to name one thing I can taste.” I pause and let it hang in the air. “You. Spread out under me. Making those sounds you only make when I—”
“Chase.” She groans into the pillow. “That’s not how it works.”
“Didn’t say I was following the rules.”
She pushes up a bit more, tucking one arm under her head. Her voice is low now, teasing and soft. “So what do you want, hotshot? You calling me for therapy or a bedtime story?”
“Neither.”
My voice is rough, and I don’t even try to hide it.
“I just wanted to hear your voice. You—” I swallow. “You always quiet it down.”
She blinks slowly, and something shifts in her eyes. “You get needy when you’re tired.”
“You get mouthy when you’re in my shirt.”
“Not your shirt,” she murmurs, dragging the collar a little lower. “It’s mine now. Like your bed. And your condo. And your hoodie.”
“Zoe.”
That’s all I can say, because if I say anything else, I’m gonna ask her to fly out here and climb into bed next to me and never leave.
Instead, I let my eyes roam her body. She shifts slightly, the sheet dipping lower.
“You been touching yourself?”
Her breath catches. “No.”
“Why not?”
She eyes me lazily, lips quirking. “Why? You wanna watch?”
“Fuck yes.”
She sighs dramatically, like I’m putting her out, but then reaches beneath the sheet and pulls out a vibrator. It’s long, pink, and absolutely obscene.
I blink. “That’sin my bedright now?”
She flips it in her hand and smirks. “Meet Dolce & Vibrato.”
“…You named it.”
“Of course I did.”
“What happened to like… Gerald?”
She hums, trailing it down her thigh. “Gerald didn’t come with three vibration settings and a travel case.”
I raise a brow. “So you named your dildo after a luxury fashion house?”
“What can I say? I’m classy.”