Why Did It Have To Be You?

Literally a few seconds later.

Dean: Jesus Caroline!

I smile and can see he is typing more. Ding.

Dean: I thought our next conversation was going to be a little more serious. What are you doing to me?

Me: Do you want me to be more serious?

Dean: God no. But I already have the pic to jack off to, so I choose whatever option increases the likelihood that you’ll forgive me and give me another chance.

Me: Are you touching yourself now?

Dean: Caroline…

Me: I want to touch myself but I can’t. I don’t have my own room.

Dean: Don’t make me come get you.

Dean: God. Now all I can think about is you touching yourself.

Me: I used to touch myself thinking about that night at the bar. I’d imagine it was you finishing what you started.

Dean: Caroline. I am so fucking hard.

I really am getting turned on too. I tell the girls to press play on the movie so that they don’t pay attention to me.

Me: I want you to touch yourself for me.

Dean: Brian is home.

Me: Has that ever stopped you before?

It takes a few minutes before another text comes in. At first, I thought he might be trying to find a safe place to wack off, but then my phone dings.

Dean: I can’t. Not until I know we are good. Can I come over?

Somehow him rejecting me physically so he can make sure I’m okay emotionally just turns me on even more. Dang, maybe this wine is just making me horny.

Me: I’m too drunk.

Dean: I swear to God, if you sober up and decide to dump my ass after giving me hope, I will not survive it.

Me: I don’t know. Maybe we should invite Jenny over for our talk tomorrow?

Dean: Caroline....

Man, I can just imagine him saying my name the way he always does all deep and sexy.

Me: I’m kidding. I’m going to bed soon. We can talk tomorrow. When will you be home?

Dean: No later than 5. I told my assistant to push all my meetings to later in the week.

Me: I want to show up at 5 so I can see you in your suit and tie, but I don’t think I’ll be able to think clearly, so I’ll be there at 5:30. Please shower and wear something bummish. But not those gray sweatpants that hug your ass. And none of that “oh I’m wearing jeans and a tee to look casual but really I still look super sexy.”

Dean: So... what exactly are my options again? Come to the door naked?

Me: God no! Just turn the charm down a notch, so I can think clearly. Always making me want you and shit