Page 69 of Bound By Secrets

I glance at the clock. It’s just gone midnight. I screw my eyes shut and groan in frustration before grabbing my phone.

“Fuck it,” I mutter as I bypass the notifications from the group chat and click on mine and Callie’s text thread.

Brad:

Hey cutie, you awake?

I glower at my tented sheets as I wait for her to reply.

As I’m intensely staring at my dick through the duvet, as if that will help it soften, my phone vibrates with Callie’s reply.

Callie:

Yeah, I’m up. Everything okay?

Brad:

Yeah yeah, how comes you’re awake?

Callie:

My brain won’t seem to shut off

Brad:

Aha, same here…

Brad:

Kinda horny. Can I come over?

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I watch the little grey text bubble appear and then disappear. Once. Twice. Then they don’t appear again.

I wait another minute and then I start to panic.

Shit, shit, shit!

Why did I have to think with my fucking dick?

Oh my, I think I’ve screwed this up so badly

I hastily grab my phone and start to type a message, but it vibrates in my hand.

Callie:

Sure, if you want to… I’ll open a window and switch a light on. Use the tree to get up.

My eyes widen and I read her message over and over again to make sure that I’m not hallucinating.

When the words don’t change, a smile takes over my face, and I fist-punch the air in excitement.

Standing up, I grab a pair of jogging bottoms and a hoodie before quickly putting them on. As I reach for my shoes, my head catches up to my dick.

Is Callie ready for this?

Would I be pressuring her?

I drop onto the edge of my bed and stare at the carpeted floor, debating whether this is okay or not. Quickly snatching my phone from the bed, I open our messages again.

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