To which she typed back, Clark Gable. Gone with the Wind. Send a real challenge already. I’m yawning over here.
A grin lit my face. Maybe you’re yawning because you’re up at two in the goddamn morning. Maybe someone needs to…make you an offer you can’t refuse.
GODFATHER. And you’re the one waking me up at two in the goddamn morning. What’s up with that?
I was leaving a message for you to read when you woke up. I didn’t mean for it to actually wake you, Rosebud.
Well it woke me, Citizen Kane. What’re you doing up now, anyway? You didn’t work tonight.
I debated over whether I should tell her, but then I shrugged. What the hell? Bad dream, I typed.
Two seconds later, my phone rang. I shook my head and answered. “Yes?”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“It was nothing,” I started, only for her to talk over me.
“It was about your sister, wasn’t it? We had that big heart-to-heart on the roof earlier and it brought up a bunch of memories. Damn it, I should’ve suspected this might happen.”
“A misdiagnosis from Dr. Caroline?” I gasped. “I think I’m going to need a refund from our last session.”
There was a pause before she said, “I don’t even know what that means. You’re not regretting that sex on the theater roof, are you?”
“Fuck, no.” I laughed, and damn, it felt good to laugh. I was actually glad my text had woken her. Just hearing her voice was already making me feel better. “I don’t know what I meant,” I admitted. “It just sounded good.”
She snorted. “Is this how your brain works every night at two a.m.? I think you need more sleep, bud.”
“Well, maybe I could sleep better if I had a soft, sweet-smelling blonde to cuddle with.”
She sighed. “Well, maybe if you went to your front door and unlocked it, you’d find one already waiting for you.”
I paused and blinked. “Wait? What? You cannot be here, now, outside my apartment.”
“Why not?”
“Shit? You’re here? Now?” I threw off my covers and marched through the house to fling open my front door.
A real-live Caroline, her hair full of bedhead and her clothes wrinkled and clearly thrown on in haste, smiled up at me. “Surprise.”
“What the hell?” I snagged her around the waist and dragged her inside. “What...please don’t tell me you walked here in the dark.” And how the hell had she made it here so fast if she had?
“No.” She hugged me and kissed my cheek. “I pinched Aspen’s keys and left her a note.”
I grinned. “Well, you devious little woman, you. Do you know what I do to wily women?”
“You...leave them panting and boneless after a world-class orgasm?” she guessed.
“Why, yes. Yes, ma’am, I do.” Picking her up, I carried her back to my room and kicked the door shut behind me.
And the only dream I had the rest of the night was a dream come true.
Things changed after that night. And it wasn’t just because I finished college and put on a cap and gown and walked through a stupid line so my parents could take a crapload of pictures of me shaking hands with some important dipshits. I just felt...different.
My applications were sent off, my future was wide open to explore, yet I feared leaving Ellamore more than ever. And it was all because of one sexy, saucy little blonde who’d flipped my world upside down.
It certainly didn’t help that she liked to fuck with me at the worst possible times, either, like the sexy little text she sent right before I started a shift at the club on a ladies’ night.
Just wanted you to know I’m touching myself right now and imagining it’s your tongue instead.