Page 113 of Hot Mess Express
But I know that isn’t true. “I’ve had to figure myself out, too,” I admit to him. “Feels weird, havin’ my dad’s respect again. Being responsible. Wakin’ up for morning jogs.”
His eyes light up. “You still keep up with them?”
“Every morning.” I smile. “Makes me think of you. Wakin’ up at some hour I can barely function, forcin’ my feet into a pair of shoes, then makin’ a circle of Spruce …”
“It grows on you, that feeling.”
“Torturin’ yourself every morning?”
“Progress,” he says, looking at me.
I gaze right back at him, moved by that word.
I’ve sure seen a lot of progress in myself recently.
Progress I wish I’d done before meeting Bridger.
But maybe it wasn’t possible without him. I needed him in my life, giving me a reason to clean up my act, to work harder, to find myself, to set some goals and stick to them.
“Few weeks have already flown by since you left,” I point out, still gazing at him, still moved. “What’s one more month?”
“What’s one more month?” he agrees.
I suck in my bottom lip, then lower my voice. “You alone?”
His mind seems to be in the same place. “Are you?”
I glance over my shoulder at the hallway. Juni’s sound asleep. “As alone as I can be,” I tell him, slipping a hand down my pants.
“That’ll do.” He leans back in his bed. His free hand disappears somewhere down below. His eyes meet mine through the screen. “Funny, isn’t it? So many miles apart, feels like you’ve got a hand down my underwear.”
“What a coincidence,” I mutter back, already jerking. “I’ve got a mystery hand down my own, too.”
“You look really hot tonight.”
“Your hand feels great on my cock.”
“Yours, too.”
“I’m speedin’ up.”
“Not me.”
“Why not?”
“I want it to last.”
“Mmm, I’m so pent-up, I don’t know if Icanlast.”
He smirks. “You already had a boner the moment you picked up the phone, didn’t you, I’d bet anything.”
“Oh, I was rock hard the second I heard your ringtone.”
“I’ve got a ringtone?”
“You know what my favorite thing about you is?” I ask him.
“Wait, wait, what’s my ringtone?”
