Page 108 of Rock Me All Night
Miles: Tell you about it later.
Cryptic, as usual. I try to put his flirting out of mind. I have an early test. I need sleep.
It doesn't work. I toss and turn. My body refuses to relax when it comes to the subject of Miles Webb.
It wants him. Whatever it is he's offering, it wants that.
I reply.
Meg: I'm awake and I'm all studied up.
Miles: You are a good girl.
Meg: And you're a very bad boy.
Miles: That's such a stereotype, Megara. I expected better.
I cringe at the sight of my full name. It hasn’t come up sincethatnight. My thoughts go straight back to that awful fight. I was right here, desperate for one single fucking card to play and coming up empty.
There's the sound of a guitar intro. My phone is ringing with a tone I never set. According to the display, Miles is calling me.
It hits me. It's playing that songNo Way In Hell. He programmed it into my phone as his personal ringtone.
I answer, playing dumb. "Who is this?"
"Just a young man who is very good with his mouth."
My lips curl into a smile. My concerns fade away. He's making me feel good. That's what matters.
"Is that right?" I tease back.
He laughs. "Mhmm. You swear you're done studying."
"On my love ofJurassic Park."
"And you're awake?"
There's something different about hearing him on the phone. He's closer and farther away all at once. It's like his breath and his voice are right in my ear. Or maybe it's his tone. He almost sounds nervous.
"Wide awake," I say.
"Put your phone on speaker."
I do.
"What are you wearing?"
"Shorts and a tank top."
"Mhmm." His voice gets heavy. "Take off the shorts."
I wait for some sign that he's joking, but there isn't one.
"Do you want to hear me come or do you want to go to bed alone?"
