Page 21 of Guarding Our Love
Me:
Can I call you in ten minutes?
Sloan:
Sure. I’m up.
Me:
Bet.
I was surprised she had finally texted me back. I was anxious to talk to her, so I quickly showered, moisturized my body, and put on my sleep pants. I wanted to be comfortable while talkingto her, and I needed to wind down. I thought bussing a nut would have helped, but knowing I would talk to Sloan gave me a little boost of energy.
I got myself comfortable in bed before dialing her number.
“Hello?” She answered on the second ring.
Her breathy voice was lower than usual. I assumed this was because it was so late, and she was probably in bed. Just the thought of her lying in bed made my dick twitch.
“Hey, were you in bed?”
“I was, but I can’t sleep.”
I shifted in the bed and pulled the covers up. “What’s wrong?”
I heard Sloan inhale, then exhale. “It’s a lot that I really don’t want to talk about right now. I’m surprised you aren’t partying or something after your win.”
I was curious about what had happened, but I would drop it since she changed the subject.
“Nah, no partying for me. We have practice in the morning and another away game, so I need to rest. Plus, I didn’t want to blow my opportunity to talk to you.”
Sloan giggled, and it made me smile. “Yeah right. Maybe the part about practice is true but not about talking to me.”
She must have thought what I said to her was a joke. I pressed the FaceTime button on my phone because I needed to see her face, and I wanted her to see the sincerity in mine.
“Calil, why are you FaceTiming me?”
“Because I want to see your face, so pick up, Sloan.”
She sucked her teeth, but seconds later, her pretty ass filled my screen.
“Was that so hard?” I asked as I sat up in bed. There was a little light coming from the window, but I turned the bedside lamp on so she could see me.
Sloan was in her bed, lying sideways. I smiled at her still wearing her bonnet instead of trying to hide it.
“It was a little.” She smiled. “I’m half asleep with a bonnet on.”
“And still pretty as hell.”
Sloan blushed and shifted in the bed. I noticed she was wearing silk pajamas, and I liked the way they looked on her. What made them even better was the color, and I pointed that out to her.
“I see you rocking my favorite color. You remembered?” I smirked, and she rolled her eyes.
“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s just a coincidence, and I like the way they look on me.” She looked down at her shirt then back at me.
“If you say so. I feel like you knew I would call after you ghosted me for two weeks, and you thought wearing blue would soften the blow.”
She laughed loudly then quickly quieted down.
