Page 43 of A Match Made In Evan
I tuck my phone back into my pocket and head into the meeting with a huge smile on my face.
The future is looking bright.
Chapter Fourteen
Evan
Mia is much easier to look after than a potted plant, mostly because not only is she able to communicate her needs, she’s also sixteen-years-old and perfectly capable of feeding herself and taking herself off to the bathroom and such. So, unsurprisingly, Tuesday night goes by without any drama at all.
When I’m tucked away in Jay’s guest room (because it was easier than trying to explain crashing in Jay’s bed), I do regret that the sheets here smell like clean linen and not my boyfriend, and that I can’t even call him or text him for phone sex because he’s sharing a room with his colleague.
His colleague who he came out to.
I’m surprised that he did, but also thrilled, too. Not that I thought I was going to remain his dirty little secret, but I’m champing at the bit to tell everyone how happy I am with him. How happy and stupidly in love I am with him.
He’s taken the first brave step by telling his colleague and work friend, and he’s opened the door for me to do the same.Andhe said that we can tell Mia and our parents, which makes it all feel so much more serious and real, but in all the best ways.
Ireallywish he wasn’t sharing a room with his colleague right now, because just thinking about him being so confident in our relationship has me getting a little hot under the collar.
I want to call him. To hear his sexy voice. To whisper all my filthy thoughts down the phone line and listen to him pant and swear as we both jerk ourselves off.
My cock swells at the very idea of it.
I tug myself loose from my pj pants and, after spitting in my palm, I stroke my dick to full hardness. Then, in a moment of genius, I grab my phone and snap a dick pic. Then, without any hesitation, I send it to him.
Me
He’s missing you.
The bubbles of his reply appear almost immediately, followed by a barrage of quick-fire texts.
Jay
Jesus, Ev. WTF?
I’m in an Uber with Andi.
I can’t get a boner in an Uber, Ev.
I chuckle and consider how I should respond.
Me
Why not? Don’t think Andi would approve?
Jay
She’s already hit on me once today. I don’t need her getting the wrong idea.
Wait…what?!
My fingers fly over my phone’s keyboard.
Me
What do you mean she’s hit on you today?
Like, seriously hit on you?
