Page 43 of Level Me Up

“I promise I’ll be better next time. I’ll text more and make sure I call you when I say I’m going to,” I plea.

I can tell that she going to forgive me when tension falls from her shoulders and she lets me pull her into a hug and back down into the bed.

She clears her throat and with a stronger, more stable voice she says, "So I guess, a congratulation is in order."

I chuckle and pull her closer. “Thanks, but I don’t care about that. I want to talk about this phone sex you wanted to have.”

She huffs, “I don’t know what I was thinking, but it’s never happening again.”

Well, that fucking sucks.

“Baby, please, please don’t say that. I have no idea why I didn’t catch on when you sent me that picture, other than the fact that I’m an idiot. But it would be a crime, a crime against humanity, if you never sent me another sexy selfie or had phone sex with me,” I plea.

She stifles a laugh and replies, “Dramatic much? I’ll make no promises on the never sending you a picture again; it was a nerve-racking experience.”

“I thought it was sexy as hell. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop.”

She leans in and kisses my nose. With a sly little smile, she says, “You could just send me a dick pic instead. I’ll understand what it means.” I tickle her, and she giggles until I cover her sexy mouth with mine.

We lay there in bed, my arms around her, her head on my shoulder and she asks me all about the trip and the tournament. She still seems a little sad, but maybe it's just because she is sleepy.

An hour later, her breathing evens out in sleep, and I kiss her forehead. I’ve messed up this weekend. I have to work harder when we travel from now on. I hated seeing her so sad and upset, especially when I was the cause of her sadness.

This girl is special, and I don't want to lose her. Maybe I’m already in love with her.

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