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Yeah it's tough that she's an athlete too. And across the country.
Harper and I realized our love is constant regardless of our schedules. Some days you're just not as connected with each other. It happens. You'll figure it out.
Yeah. Thanks.
I don't feel as hopeless as I did before and I like the idea of texting and checking in. Most of our texts are full conversations, not just random thoughts. But maybe sharing our random thoughts will bring us a little closer.
Jo consumes my thoughts as I get ready for practice. Crosby and Duncan are already on their way for our early skate. It’ll be light on game day and we’ll review film this afternoon. Then it’s nap time and packing because we hit the road for Florida tonight after our game.
My car turns on and I check the clock. I know Jo likes to sleep until 8:08 a.m. and it’s only 5:20 a.m. for her but I don’t want to wait until after practice to reach out to her.
With my eyes closed, I conjure an image of Jo. A smile cracks across my face as I watch her in my mind’s eye. She’s naked, of course, laying below me surrounded by a bed of feathers. Her brown hair fanned out across the bed and her perfect tits begging me for attention.
I love your boobs.
Maybe not the most sentimental of lines but it's the truth. I dream about her tits at night. I know it’s early so I don't expect an answer but I won’t let that stop me anymore. Jo needs to know how I feel about her so she never doubts how deeply I love her.
And how desperately I want her.
Chapter 39
Jo
Practice Makes Perfect
"Iloveyourboobs?"What the hell? I poke the sleep out of my eyes as I focus on the bright screen. I kept the volume up high all night so if Bryson called I’d hear it. I’m so frustrated we have missed each other the last few days. It’s cruel of The Universe to mess with us like this.
But at least he likes my boobs.
I jump out of bed and brush my teeth. I know he can't smell my morning breath through the phone but I can smell it.
Even with our lack of communication, I've been putting my vibrators through the ringer trying to keep up with my craving for Bryson.
I fluff my hair in the mirror to make myself feel better. I'm feeling a little spicy so I strip off my sleep shirt and slide back onto my bed. I prop the phone up on the nightstand and realize I wouldn't be able to do so if Bryson hadn't insisted I get furniture. The man had a game plan all along.
I take a deep breath and start the call.
As it rings I feel myself get excited just to speak to him. These last few days I’ve doubted our ability to do this for the first time since he left. To stay together even when we're apart. When I'm at practice or meetings or working out I don't think of him. My mind is on the game and the work I need to do.
It's every other moment that he consumes my thoughts. I even went so far as to watch old interviews of him last night before I fell asleep on the sofa so I could get a taste of his humor and hear his voice.
The phone rings four times and then, "Jo. Babe, sorry I can't do the video I'm driving."
"Oh, that's too bad I'm topless."
"Jesus Christ." He spits out and then I hear the sounds of fabric rustling and followed by the crunch of tires on the side of the road. "Hold on, I'm calling you back. Don't move."
I smile as the call disconnects and he calls me instantly.
"Hey Bryson."
"Holy hell, Jo, my mouth is watering."
"Yeah?"
“Yeah. I’m getting hard just looking at you.”
“Good morning to you too.” I tease.
