Effie: We’ll talk Friday. I hope camp goes well.
Putting my cell on “do not disturb,” I strip out of my athletic clothes and slip into the shower, the things he’s said to me tonight spinning around my head.
“None of them stand up to the time I’ve spent with you.”
If he doesn’t mean that, it’s going to crush me.
53
EFFIE
Kieran gives me whiplash.
One moment it’s radio silence, and the next, I get messages almost every hour of the day.
I don’t know what changed, but something certainly has.
His anger seems to have gone. Instead, he’s just...horny.
Was I disappointed when he didn’t let himself into my apartment on Monday night and have his way with me?
Yes, okay? Yes.
The whole time I was in the shower, I kept looking over my shoulder.
After I climbed into bed, every noise I heard, I thought it was him.
I wanted it to be him.
I wanted a repeat of the night before, damn it.
Every night since has been the same.
Despite knowing that he’s out of town, I still hold out hope.
Kieran is known to be hot-headed, and the way our messages have been going…yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised if he blew off camp and turned up at my door.
He’s still holding firm on the promise that the next time he gets off is going to be with me. I even think he’s being serious.
I mean, the photo he sent me last night leads me to believe him.
He was hard. Really fucking hard.
Just looking at his full frontal shot with his tight abs, V lines, and erection had my core clenching.
I’ve always missed him when he’s been away, but never like this.
My body is craving his. And as tempted as I’ve been to take the edge off myself, I’ve been a good girl.
He told me back in Grams’ house that he owned my pleasure. He told me how he’s the one who decides when and where I orgasm.
Am I torturing myself by keeping to that promise? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Am I going to break it? Only if he tells me to.
But as much as we’re both suffering. I’ve refused to do anything further.
He’s brought up the idea of phone sex numerous times in the last two days, but I’ve turned it down.