Page 17 of Eternally Yours
Once done, I decided to forgo clothes and only dressed in a simple set of lingerie, covered up by my plush white robe. Then I settled onto my back over the comforter of my bed.
I feel like I’m back in high school, talking to my crush over the phone. And yet this feels like more. “Hmm, it must be contagious,” I tell him playfully.
The belt of my robe breaks free, letting it slip open, exposing my body to the cool air circulating the room. I place a hand over my belly, trying to control my nerves.
“Oh yeah?” he asks with a flirty note.
The hand resting above my stomach begins to trace circles along my abdomen of its own accord, my body responding to the tone of his voice.
“Mhmm. Because you see, I wasn’t very focused at work today, either. My mind kept circling back to this Big Guy I met not too long ago,” I say alluringly.
I hear his faint chuckle before he demands, “Hmm, interesting. Why don’t you tell me more about this‘Big Guy’that was occupying your thoughts?”
The tip of my middle finger trails up my stomach between the valley of my covered breasts. Then it runs its course over my collarbone, gently going back andforth. My breath deepens, causing the rise and fall of my chest as I think about the man in question.
“Well... he’s very sweet and kind, thoughtful too. A real charmer with this amazing smile and a beautiful laugh. He makes me laugh a lot, although he tends to be a bit full of himself. But I guess that just adds to his charm.”
“Keep going.” I can feel his smile through the phone.
“He’s tall, oh so very tall. Dark hair, green eyes. Large hands and wide shoulders. Muscular biceps... mmm, those muscles.”
Our conversation is quickly derailing, going in a direction it probably shouldn’t. My thighs squeeze together, trying to alleviate the pressure building between them. My hand now draws over the slope of my breast.
He’s quiet, but I can hear the distinctive intake and output of air as he breathes hard through his nose, clearly affected by my words and the seductive tone I’ve taken on.
“Sometimes, I wonder what they would look like if they were—”
The door to my room swings open at that exact moment, making me jump and rush to cover myself, my train of thought instantly evaporating.
Emma stands in the doorway with her hands crossed over her chest and an evil smirk on her face. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Am I perhaps interrupting some... naughty time?”
“WHAT THE FUCK, EM?” I shout, dropping the phone onto the cover. I make out Silas’s distant voice asking if everything is okay, but I’m too disturbed by the scenario playing out in front of me to reply.
Emma sees the phone and lunges for it before I have time to react. She holds it in her hand and stands back up, tapping on the screen and transferring the call to speakerphone. “Hello? Minnie, you there?” Silas asks, sounding concerned.
“Hi there!” she says, overly cheerful. “This is Cecilia’s best friend, nice to meet you. Mind filling me in on what was going on here?” she asks, straight to the point. I groan into my hands and rub my reddened cheeks.
Silas takes a beat to answer, obvious confusion in his voice. “I’m not sure I follow.”
The look she gives me when she realizes he was unaware of my state is filled with mischief. “Okay, well, here’s the thing. When I walked in here—”
“Barged in—” I cut her off. “Not walked in, youbargedin here,” I emphasize the word, hoping to make my point clear.
She brushes me off with the flap of her hand. “Semantics. What I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, was that when Iwalkedin...” She narrows her eyesmy way. “My girl here was in quite the state of undress with wandering hands.”
If I thought I couldn’t blush any harder, I was greatly mistaken. I grab a pillow and bury my face into it, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
He hums pensively in response before declaring something I never thought he’d say. “There’s only one thing about that sentence that I don’t like.”
“Which is?” she asks, furrowing her brows in question, probably running through the words she spoke in her head.
“The part where you called her yours,” he answers simply.
My head pops up from where it was buried, and I find a slack-jawed Emma staring at me.
Silas’s laugh rings through the phone. “Have I rendered you both speechless?”
“Yup, pretty much,” Emma says, bobbing her head and shrugging a shoulder. “How are you this perfect?”
