He sounds so happy, and I frown as I sit down, wondering what’s up.

“You won?”

“You already know that, Delilah. I have the room all to myself for a while. Your brother went out with friends.”

Oh. Oh! My face flushes nervously as I worry if I’m even good at this.

“All to yourself? What if I’m not good at this?”

“Just say what you’re thinking about. I hope I’ve given you something good to work with.”

There’s no doubt in my mind he has, and I blush deeper, feeling the heat wash over my skin.

“Have you done this before?”

“Not over the phone, but I’m looking forward to it with you, Delilah.”

“Yeah. I guess you wouldn’t have.”

I remember who he is and how many women must throw themselves at him every day. Insecurity washes over me, but I replay his words from the other night back in my mind.

“I am here wanting you tonight. Not anybody else, Delilah. How about you lay down and get comfortable?”

I do as he asks, resting against my pile of pillows.

“What are you wearing?”

I feel cheeky asking him that, and Miles chuckles.

“Just boxers. You?”

“Tank top and shorts. I got comfortable for this.”

“So, you’re comfortable.”

I hear him moving around and assume he’s on his bed. I close my eyes, trying to picture him.

“Yeah. I kind of wish I was in your bed.”

It must smell like him and we both groan, making me gasp in surprise.

“I love the idea of you sleeping in my bed when I’m not there. Is that weird?”

“No, not at all. I’ve thought about it.”

Oops. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Hmmm. I like that. Does the idea arouse you?”

“Before you, hockey hadn’t aroused me the way it does now. You might have ruined that for me.”

“I think that’s the most flattering thing someone has told me. Do you want to touch yourself when you watch me play?”

I always want to when I think of him at all.

“I mean, sure. I just can’t because I’m with at least one person most of the time. Lola doesn’t need to see that.”

“You’re alone now. Touch your nipples for me; make them hard so I can bite them the way you like.”