Page 110 of Every Now and Then
Maybe I wasn't thinking about you, smartass. Maybe I was fantasizing about someone else.
Me
Nice try, Yankee. When I walked into the room, you were moaning my name, and when I slipped my fingers into your panties, you were practically dripping.
Annabelle
HAYES!
I can picture how red Annabelle's face is right now. I love riling her up.
You said you'd forget about that!
Me
I did no such thing. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and it lives rent-free in my head.
In fact, I'd love to reenact it sometime.
Annabelle
Can we move onto a new topicnow?
Me
You're the one who brought it up, baby.
Annabelle
Jeez, I am not allowed to text you after I’ve had two glasses of wine again. Please delete this text thread.
Me
No can do.
Annabelle
Please, Hayes.
Me
I like it when you beg.
I'll be thinking about it when I fist my cock tonight.
Annabelle
I’m going to have one more glass of wine so I can forget this conversation ever took place. Goodnight, Hayes.
Me
Text me after you finish that third glass of wine. I bet that’s when the fun really begins.
“Hey, Hayes,” Annabelle’s groggy voicegreets me quietly.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up, baby. I was just going to leave you a message. Go back to sleep.” I meant to call her over an hour ago, but I got caught up writing some new music and lost track of time.
“No, I purposely left my ringer on. I wanted to talk to you and hear your voice.” The rustling of bedsheets filters through the phone’s speaker, and I imagine her sitting up in my bed as she slowly wakes from her slumber. “I miss you.”
