THEO
Mai
I miss you
Theo
I miss you too
Mai
What have you been up to?
Theo
Missing you
Mai
And?
Theo
Jerking off to thoughts of you
Mai
THEO!
Theo
What? You want me to sweet-talk you? I stroketh mine throbbing member to the memory of thy taste on my lips. I burn for you, my sweet kumquat
Mai
I hate that I laughed
It had been thirteen days, three hours and eighteen minutes since I’d hugged Mai for the last time before she’d boarded the plane for Milan. I found myself regularly daydreaming about seeing her, touching her, tasting her.
A basketball hit me in the face, jerking me back to reality.
“Shit! Sorry, man!” Jay Wood ran across the court to lay a hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”
I rubbed my nose, nodding. “That’s what I get for zoning out.”
Upon my return to the Cove, our weekly basketball ritual had recommenced—Linc, Jay, Ren, and I duking it out on the local court. Winner took all—while the losers had to pay for the first round of drinks.
Jay searched my face. “Your nose might be fine but something else is chewing at you.”
I huffed out a laugh, shoving him away. “How about you leave the mental health diagnosis to your wife.”
“It’s about Mai, right?”
My head whipped to stare at Ren who stood behind me, his hands on his hips.
“You’ve been a morose bastard since you got back.” His lips quirked at one side. “You fell in love with her.”
I opened my mouth to deny then sighed. “Yeah, I did. Hard.”