Page 62 of Whiskey Promises
Jareth
"Hey!" Zoya says, yawninginto the phone. "I can't wait to see you in the morning."
"About that…"
"Jareth!" she cries. "You better not tell me that you aren't coming. You promised."
"I can't come tomorrow, princess," I say, leaning against the railing across from her front door.
She heaves a sigh. "It's only been two weeks, and you're already canceling on me. It's our first visit! Is this how the next five months are going to go?"
"I don't know. Depends."
"On what?" she practically growls, making me smile. Fuck, I love her little attitude. I especially love that she's so pissed because she misses me. The last two weeks have been hell without her. Maybe I'm an asshole for being glad I'm not the only one suffering here, but I want her thinking about me when I'm not with her. I want her missing me when I'm not by her side. I want to be the only one she thinks about.
And when she sees me on her stoop, I want her to know that I will always move heaven and earth to give her what she needs. And she doesn't need me out on tour. She doesn't need me back at home for the next five months. She needs me right here, loving and supporting her. Teaching her how to trust herself and listen to her heart. She needsme, the same damn way I need her.
"On if my present wins me a stay of execution."
"What present?"
"It should be outside your door."
"What is it?"
"A present."
She huffs into the phone, making me chuckle.
"Stop being cranky and go see for yourself, Zoya."
"Fine, but just so you know, I'm not putting pants on before I open the door. If my hot neighbor sees my ass, you'll just have to live with it."
"What hot neighbor?" I growl, clutching the phone as I scan the complex, trying to figure out which of her neighbors I'm killing.
"The one who might see my ass because I'm not wearing pants."
"Don't make me spank you, princess."
"You could if you were coming tomorrow," she says, her voice falsely bright. "But you canceled on me so…good luck with that."
"Go get your present and stop torturing me."
Her soft laughter whispers down the line, and my fucking cock presses against my zipper. Christ, I can't wait until she's in my arms again. I can't wait until she's standing in front of me. I can't wait until I'm inside her again.
I hear her shuffling around inside her apartment and brace myself, anticipation curling through me. The deadbolt clicks and then the knob turns.
"Hello, princess," I murmur into the phone, grinning when she flings the door open. My gaze immediately skirts down her body. She wasn't lying about not having any pants on. But she is wearing my shirt, and it ends at her knees, so at least she's covered.
I flick my gaze back up to her face to see her staring at me in shock, the phone still clutched to her ear.
"Do you like your present?"
She drops the phone with a squeak, launching herself into my arms. I scoop her up with a laugh, my hands planted on her ass as she kisses all over my face.
"Oh my god! You're here!" she cries.
"Did you really think I'd cancel on you?" I ask, carrying her inside her apartment and then kicking the door closed.
