Page 54 of Feels Like Love
Me: Perfection. Absolute perfection.
Now I really didn’t want her to be with anyone but me.
Wren: Your turn.
Was she asking me for a dick pic? We’d definitely just crossed a line. Okay, more like jumped over it and then gone back to stomp on it. But yeah…I…wow. I hadn’t expected this.
Me: What is this—middle school? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?
Wren: Well…
I didn’t care if it was pretend. I didn’t care if Liam would kill me. I needed this.Her.
I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pants, sliding them low on my hips to give her a hint of what was beneath without actually showing anything. I wanted it to be tasteful and mysterious like her picture—leave a little something to the imagination. I took a picture of my chest, abs, and bulge and sent it to her before getting dressed again.
I held my breath, waiting for her to answer. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long.
Wren: Holy hotness.
I smiled, growing even harder from her reaction. That sounded more like Wren. Not the “fuck me in your lab coat.” Though, if that was what she’d wanted, I’d be happy to oblige.
There was a knock at the door, and I fumbled with my phone.Shit.
“Yes?” I called.
The door opened to reveal Liam, and the mere sight of him standing in the doorframe had my phone flying into the air and landing on the desk in front of him. With the picture of Wren’s chest right there on the screen.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh…
“Studying up on some anatomy, Dr. Nash?” he teased with an inquisitive arch of his eyebrow. I grabbed the phone and jabbed the power button before sliding it into my pocket.
I blinked a few times.Did that really just happen?Had Liam walked in while I was sexting with his sister and caught me with her tits on the screen? Thank fuck her birthmark wasn’t visible in the image or he would’ve known it was her. Even so, sweat broke out at my hairline.
“Is this what you do all day at work?” he teased, sinking into the chair across from my desk.
I couldn’t… I rubbed the back of my neck. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was drumming so hard in my chest.
“Says the man who only works half the year,” I teased, though I knew Liam was a hard worker. And I didn’t imagine it was easy to regularly spend time away from home.
“So, who is she?” He grinned, ignoring my comment.
“No one,” I said. For only two words, that sentence packed a shit-ton of lies.
Who is she?Your sister.
Who is she to you?My entire fucking world.
My phone buzzed again, drawing his attention to it. “Someone seems insistent. Don’t you think you should answer?”
“Later,” I growled.
“Sorry to cockblock you.” His smug grin told me he wasn’t. Though if he knew who I’d been texting, cockblocking would be the least of my worries. “But we have a lunch date.”
I stood and followed him out the door, taking the opportunity to check my messages.
Wren: So, do you think I’ll pass?
Me: Pass?
