Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Meg: Yes, and we could add cocks while we're at it.

Miles: Only have the one. That not enough for you?

Meg: You know what I mean!

Miles: I'll get a sex toy.

Meg: Don't start. I have to go to bed. First midterm is at nine a.m.

Miles: Studying all night tomorrow?

Meg: All night every night.

Miles: Been thinking. Sure would be a nice benefit if you could take a relaxing study break at home.

Meg: Yeah?

Miles: Without ever leaving your bed.

Meg: I'm listening. Well, reading.

Miles: Text me tomorrow when you're done studying. For your reward.

Meg: I'm not a puppy.

Miles: You'll like it.

Meg: I'll consider it. Goodnight.

Miles: Dream about me.

I dream about finals. That same awful dream where I wake up late and arrive just as class is getting out. It doesn't happen. I'm early to every exam. I come home. I collapse, drink tea, study my ass off, and fall asleep at my desk. When I wake, my phone is buzzing with a text from Miles.

Miles: Guess that's failure. Don't worry. You can collect your reward tomorrow.

Miles: I dreamt about you.

Miles: Tell you about it later.

Cryptic, as usual. I try to put his flirting out of mind. I have an early test. I need sleep.

It doesn't work. I toss and turn. My body refuses to relax when it comes to the subject of Miles Webb.

It wants him. Whatever it is he's offering, it wants that.

I reply.

Meg: I'm awake and I'm all studied up.

Miles: You are a good girl.

Meg: And you're a very bad boy.

Miles: That's such a stereotype, Megara. I expected better.

I cringe at the sight of my full name. It hasn’t come up since that night. My thoughts go straight back to that awful fight. I was right here, desperate for one single fucking card to play and coming up empty.

There's the sound of a guitar intro. My phone is ringing with a tone I never set. According to the display, Miles is calling me.