Page 140 of Friends Don't Kiss

I’m so happy you did this.

Did Willow bring muffins?

5:00 p.m.

Yeah she did.

5:30 p.m.

What car did you race?

Did your mom go?

Who else was there?

9 p.m.

Sorry, was in the middle of something. Mom drove up with Dad. Grace and Ethan and other people from Emerald Creek came. No idea why or how.

10:10 p.m.

It was last minute

Shit, just saw the time. Sorry, love you.

Tuesday, 5:30 a.m.

Are you awake?

I’m awake

I click the phone symbol under Colt’s name.

“Hey, sweets.” His voice sends a ripple of pleasure down my spine, and a pang of want in my sternum. The way I miss him hurts me physically. “You okay?” he asks. There’s the telltale sound of ruffling sheets in the silence that follows, and I picture him in his bed.

“Better now.” It’s only half a lie. I am better now that we’ve bridged the time difference. Added to the distance, it makes communication so difficult.

But it’s also a reminder of how far away he is. Of how it would take us hours to be together. Closing my eyes, I can almost smell him. Almost feel his rugged hands on my nipples. “Are you in bed?” I whisper, stretching my feet on my own bed.

I share a room at the Institut, and privacy is hard to come by. But my roommate went to take a shower, and that buys me ten minutes of alone time on the phone with Colt.

“Yeah,” he breathes in the phone. “You alone?”

I sigh my answer and slide a hand in my panties.

He growls. “I read the book, sweets.Shit.”

I take it he liked the shapeshifter romance. “So… you wanna be the wolf or the bear?” I whisper.

“Imma be the snake that eats your cupcake.”

I’m not big into reptiles, but Colton’s voice does the trick. “I’m so wet, careful not to slip.”

He hisses. “Sliding right into your tight cunt, babe. Ah fuck, sweets.”

I haven’t read a snake shifter romance yet, and I vaguely wonder how I missed it at Millie’s, but I’m not letting that distract me. “Come in deeper.” I arch my back.

But a truck passes in the street, and voices sound down the hall, and my fingers are not what I need. “Talk to me, Colt. Please.”

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