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“Good. Thank you.” She turns on her heel and exits.

That probably could have gone better, but oh fucking well. It’ll be fine. Except I have no idea where you even get a dress.

I know who will.

I smile to myself and grab my phone again. I’m assuming Phillip is asleep, so I send a text instead of call.

Me: You have plans tomorrow? Apparently, I need to go dress shopping.

My mood brightens when a message comes through not even a minute later.

Phillip: Have a hot date?

Me: Raegan. I guess she wants to go to the homecoming dance next week.

Phillip: Oh, that’s a really big deal.

Me: I know. Well, I thought so. I don’t know if I fucked up, if I’m honest. She’s going with a kid two years older. But she pointed out that she’s supposed to be making friends.

He takes his time with his reply, and I can’t help but worry that I did mess this up. Right now, I’m assuming he’sfriend—maybe evendate—Phillip, but the truth is he’s always going to be first and foremostsocial workerPhillip.

Phillip: How about I send you the address of a place to get a dress and meet you guys there? I can talk to Raegan a little bit about this young man.

I smile to myself, getting a warm feeling in my chest. He keeps doing that to me. I might need to get checked out if this continues.

Me: You sound a little growly/protective there.

Phillip: I am when it comes to you and the kids.

I like the sound of that way too damn much.

Me: Careful... you being like this does things to me. Things I don’t think I’ll get a chance to do anything about tomorrow.

I can feel him smirking, even though I can’t see him.

Phillip: Who knows? Maybe we’ll find the time to do something...

I like the sound of that entirely too much. The lust that had started to bubble back up before my conversation with Raegan. My cock stirring in my pants.

I turn off the television and go into my bedroom, locking the door and turning on music because the walls are thin, and I have an idea how to get a little relief. My body is strung tight after being worked up and never getting a release.

Me: Are you in bed?

I settle in my own bed when a picture comes through. It’s Phillip, shirtless in his bed, with a small lamp on his side table being the only light on in the room. His smile is vibrant, and it sends a thrill through me.

Phillip: Are you?

I flip on my own lamp next to my bed and take a quick selfie to send to him.

Phillip: No fair. I’m totally naked, and you have way too many clothes on.

I groan at that image. I look at the picture of him again. He’s shirtless, with nicely defined pecs, a smooth stomach, and barely any chest hair. But I want to lick the slight trail of light hair from his belly button going down to the sheets he has pooled at his waist.

I quickly strip out of all my clothes and then slide under my own covers, careful not to get my hard cock in the picture—because I’m trying to play it smart. And sending nudes isn’t a great look for someone trying to get permanent custody of these kids.

Phillip: Damn. I can’t believe I had you so close to being in my bed tonight.

I groan and grab the lube I have stored in the table next to my bed.

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