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I fold the letter up with shaky hands.Shit.He knows how to turn me on with these letters. If he ever gives up his Army career, he should look into writing smut.
Am I ready to take the next step and accept his phone call? Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? It’s another step, and the start of something new. Because I have a feeling once I hear his deep voice again, I won’t be able to go back. I’ll fall a little deeper.
Two days later when my cell phone rings late at night, I answer on instinct. I had already decided I wanted to hear his voice again no matter what. When his husky tone hits my ear, I’m already grinning.
And that’s how the next phase begins…
Chapter 13
If I could reach out across the world to touch him, I would. Sounds kinda creepy, but it’s true. -Reina
Reina
My phone vibrates and my heart launches into outer space. My smile is huge as I answer. “Hey there,” I say in a sultry voice.
“Is that my brother again?” Sophie asks and launches a pillow at my head before I even have time to answer her.
“Yes, cranky pants,” I say and launch the pillow back at her. “It’s your big bro.”
“Tell him I said Hey, and to maybe stop calling at three am,” she grumbles and rolls over in her bed so that she’s facing the wall. I smile when she puts on her noise-cancelling headphones.
“Is my sister giving you shit again?” Brian asks in an amused voice.
“Yes,” I sigh, but I’m still smiling like a loon. “As well she should. It is three am here,” I tease. “She’s only right in wanting her sleep. I’ll probably be a zombie tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to hang up?” he questions in an anxious voice.
He should know by now I don’t want him to. I love these middle of the night phone calls where we tease and torment each other. I never want them to end, and I could really give a shitwhat I feel like tomorrow. I have an anatomy lab. Who wants to stay awake for that anyway?
“Maybe I do,” I say in a singsong voice. “I mean, I do need my beauty sleep.”
He chuckles and I get goose bumps at the husky sound. “Nah, you don’t need that. I don’t think you could get any more beautiful than you are now.”
Despite knowing that what he just said is really cheesy, a warm feeling shoots through me.
“Charmer,” I murmur. “How are things? What are you up to over there?” I ask this, knowing full well he can’t really give me any details. But God I just want to picture where he is. I want to be able to picture his muscular body propped up the way I am with a silly smile on his face just because he’s talking to me.
“It’s the same as always,” he blows out a long breath. “Lots of missions. Lots of secret, spiderman ninja like things that I can’t talk about. Oh, and I finally won at poker against
Diaz. Won the oatmeal cookies that his mom sends. I mean, they’re kind of hard as bricks by the time they get here, but it was still a win.” He often talks about the guys in his squadron. I know all their names by now. Diaz is a mama’s boy who teases Brian like crazy about talking to me so often.
I chuckle. “That does sound exciting. I would be a little more hyped for you if it were at least chocolate chip.”
“Hey, now. Never doubt the appeal of the oatmeal raisin cookie. It’s like me, an oldie, but a goodie.” I hear a rustle, and then the sound of chewing. “Ugh, forget what I said. I am nothing like this cookie. It tastes disgusting.”
I snort. “You’re only three years older than me, old man.”
“Three years older and wiser, sweetheart. Wise enough to know that I’m lucky to even be talking to you, my beautiful Reina.” His voice is deep and seductive. These late-night talks with him always make me itchy for more. More of him, hopefullyone day in person. I rub my legs together and try not to think about that achy feeling in my core.
“Also, old enough to be full of shit, I see,” I tease.
“You love my lines. Though like I’ve tried to tell you before, they’re true.” I hear background noise and sit up straight.
“I hear something there. Anything I need to know about?” My stomach flips for a different reason this time. I worry so much for him. Worry about him in the middle of god knows where doing god knows what.
“Nah, it’s fine,” he says, but he’s clearly a little distracted. “Tell me about your latest project. What did you draw today?”
