Page 73 of Fated Shot

“I still want you to have this. You can use the kitchen or not; it’s totally your choice. It’d make me feel better knowing you have it. If you ever need anything or just want to hang out there.” The consideration and concern in his expression swells my heart.

I take it from him, saying, “Thank you.”

As we walk to the door, I hold his hand and ask, “Will you text me when you land?”

“I’ll call so much, you’ll be sick of me.” My heart is pulling. Why is it doing that? “I promise, okay?” he says, cupping my face so that our eyes meet.

“Okay,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. I should not be this sad right now. What the heck is wrong with me? When he kisses me, everything fades away except for us, matched breathing and connecting like nothing else will ever feel so right.

I’m getting attached, but I’m powerless to resist it. As he leaves, it feels like a part of me goes with him, it’s a strange, new sensation.

Time to embrace the unfamiliar.

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BFG:We just landed, we’re headed to the hotel. Call you in 45?

Me:Sounds good, glad youmade it safely.

I type out ‘miss you already’before deleting it and deciding to close my phone. It’s true, I’m already one of those girls pining after their boyfriends. Embarrassing and weak, I know, but I can’t help it.

BFG:I already miss you.

My heart basically leaps out of my chest as soon as I spot the text. I want to do something for him, something he’ll love, something to make him feel the way he makes me feel.

I lasted until 9 pm before deciding to pop over to Jack’s apartment. It smells like him everywhere here, and it’s insanely comforting. I’ve already searched through his dresser for a few more comfy t-shirts to steal when I glance over at his bed. It’s ridiculously massive, just like him, and I can’t help but want to sprawl out in it.

It’s about thirty minutes later when my phone rings. I crawl over to where it’s charging on the other side of the bed, taking me until the third ring to shimmy over to it.

“Hello?” I ask a bit breathlessly. I swear his bed is built for sucking you into it.

“Hi, Wyndham.” The deep timber of his voice sends a wave of excitement to my core. “We just got here. What are you up to?”

“Just laying in bed,” I reply nonchalantly. His bed, specifically, but he doesn’t need to know that yet.

“Are you sleepy, my girl? Wish I was there with you.”

“Want to Facetime?” I ask before hitting the video button on my phone.

“Yeah,” is all he says before hitting accept, his face filling the screen. “Hi.” His mouth pulls into a smile when he spots me.

I’m careful to keep only my face in the frame, hair falling around me on the pillow.

“Hi,” I reply.

There’s a puzzled look on his face.

“Is that? Are you in my bed?”

“Mhmm,” I say, nestling in further to his pillow.

“You gonna sleep there tonight?” he asks, setting his phone a little ways away so that more of him is in view. He props his elbow on the bed, resting his head in his hand. He’s shirtless, muscular and tatted chest on full display. I literally want to lick him like a popsicle. What the heck is wrong with me? I’ve officially become a sex-crazed lunatic with him.

“Maybe.” I smile coyly before lowering the camera just a fraction, showing off one lacey strap of the corset set I’m wearing. His smile drops immediately, his expression hardening. Oh, he definitely saw.

“Are you sharing a room with anyone?” I ask to cover my bases.

“Penn.” He gruffs, a mixture of irritated and disappointed.

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