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As soon as I send it, I want to grab it back. But also…not. Because Sly woke something up in me today, something I haven’t let myself think about in five long years. Something breathless and needy andaching.
Sly:Are you okay? Should I apologize?
Of course that’s the first thing he’d ask. He’s just that kind of guy.
And it’s that fact that has my fingers flying over the screen. Because fuck it. Just fuck it.
I hit send before I can change my mind.
Me:Apologizing is pretty low on the list of things I want from you right now
Chapter 36
Sly
Sloane:Apologizing is pretty low on the list of things I want from you right now
Holy shit.
I read the text again and again, and each time, my pulse kicks harder.
I’m not misreading this. Ican’tbe.
But if I’m not, then the woman of my fucking dreams just sent me a sexy text. And there’s no way I’m about to leave her on read.
That doesn’t stop me from reading what came above it one more time, just to be sure. I don’t want to overstep now that Sloane is finally opening herself up to me.
But nope. I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to interpret the signals she’s been sending.
Me:What DO you want from me?
Long seconds pass before another text comes through.
Sloane:I think the question is what do you want from me?
Images flood my mind at her words. Not fantasies but memories. Moments carved into my soul.
Sloane leaning into me, eyes wide and lips parted just a little as she invites a kiss.
Sloane’s cheeks turning pink when I compliment her.
The soft, squishy Sloane peering at me from above those walls of hers.
The Black Widow on stage in fishnets and thigh-high boots, apowerful smile on her lips.
They overwhelm me.Sheoverwhelms me.
Me:Everything, Sloane. I want everything from you that you’re willing to give. And I want you to want the same from me
The truth pours out messy and unfiltered, and I send the text before I think better of it. But in the long moments that pass as I wait for her response, I end up second-guessing every word. Did I push too hard? Ask too much?
My phone starts vibrating, and I grab it with the intention of sending whoever it is straight to voicemail. I’ve got other, better things to do right now than talk to my agent or whoever the fuck thinks two in the morning is the right fucking time to call me.
And then I realize it’s Sloane. And she’sFaceTimingme.
My breath catches. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’tthis.Holy fuck.
I swipe right, and then there she is, in front of me.
