I could ask Aunt Phoebe about it, but I don’t think Mom gives her those letters.
Ever since my accident, Aunt Phoebe doesn’t say much to me and now that I’m spending less time at home, there aren’t asmany opportunities to talk to her when she’s in a good mental state.
Keeping to my evening routine, I clean up after dinner, put a load of laundry in, and then wait for Landen to FaceTime me. We don’t stay up too late since he gets up early for work, and I still require eight hours of sleep to keep up with my routine.
Landen
I’m gonna shower quickly, and then I’ll call you.
After seeing him half-naked earlier, I’m feeling a little brave.
Ellie
Or you could call me while you’re in the shower…give me a preview of what you’re keeping hostage.
Landen
I knew it, you only want me for my body.
Ellie
Yep, you caught me. Now strip.
Landen
I’m more than just a piece of meat, you know?
Ellie
Yeah, you have a fierce tongue, too.
Landen
You’re gonna get me all worked up, and I won’t be able to jerk off in the shower if you’re watching.
The ache between my thighs pulses through me at the mental visual. I’ve touched myself every night before bed since the first time we kissed, so I’m desperate to see how he does it.
Ellie
Why not? I want to see.
Landen
You’re being serious?
Ellie
Yes! And then I’ll show you how I touch myself…
Two and a half seconds later, his call comes through.
When I hit accept, he’s already naked in the shower.
My jaw drops as I take in every wet, bare inch of him.
“You’re a tease,” he says.
“Me? Look who’s talkin’.” I angle my screen and look down into it as if I’ll be able to see more of him.