I shouldn't say it. I know damn well that I shouldn't say it…
Me: I don't plan to wear one with you. When I'm inside you, making you scream my name, you'll feel every inch of me, princess.
Evie: Kingston.
Me: Have you thought about it?
Evie: What?
Me: Have you thought about how I'll feel inside you?
I hold my breath, praying this isn't the moment she hits the block button.
She doesn't, but she doesn't answer me either.
Me: I'll take your silence as confirmation.
I quickly decide to change course before she really does block me. My hand drifts across my cock, though, squeezing the hard bastard. I can't help it. She's actually talking to me.
I feel like a goddamn fan boy living his best life right now.
Me: What's your favorite thing to do?
Evie: Why?
Me: I want to know what you like, princess. Tell me everything. I mean it. I want to know everything.
Evie: I like big dogs, scary movies, and the bars in Nashville. You?
Me: Little dogs, rom-coms, and staying in.
Evie: You do not like little dogs and rom-coms.
I scroll to my photos and send her one of me holding my older sister's Yorkies.
Evie: Aww. They're so cute!
Me: They belong to my sister. I'm their favorite, though. They lose their shit when I visit.
Me: Favorite place?
Evie: My grandma's cabin in Tennessee. It's in the middle of nowhere. It's always so peaceful. You?
Me: Wherever you are.
Evie: …
Me: I'm serious.
Evie: Go to sleep, Kingston. You have practice in the morning.
"Jesus," I groan through a laugh, squeezing my dick again. I want her in my bed, cuddled up with me so bad I can taste it.
Me: If you think I'm going to pretend you don't know that because you've been cyberstalking me, you're wrong. Knowing that you're looking into me has me so goddamn hard, princess.
Evie: GO TO SLEEP!
Me: I will, but only if you agree to go out with me tomorrow night.