Page 63 of Let It Be Me
The door opens and I hear “Food order?”
I pop up from the bed. “That’s me. Thank you.” I tell the food runner and tip them a five dollar bill.
“You got food without me?”
“Yeah, you’re going out. Remember?”
Logan huffs and I can’t help but laugh at his dramatics. “Fine. I’ll see you later.”
I take the lid off my food and bring my phone to the small table.
Blue: Uh oh. What fact did he spout this time?
Laughter spills out. More times that I can count, Logan has waltzed into my condo with the key that’s for emergencies only. Sarah gave him a pass at first since she suggested he might be lonely. But he took that upon himself to come over when things would get hot and heavy between us. Meaning one of us, mainly Sarah, was topless when the intrusion would happen. To say I almost punched my best friend in the face for seeing something he’s not privileged to see would be putting it lightly.
Me: Did you know that a blue whale’s heart weighs almost 400 pounds and can be heard up to two miles away?
Blue: Can’t say that’s something I ever knew.
Me: I didn’t know it either until today.
Blue: You poor baby.
Me: I know.
Me: You should make it up to me.
I finish up my food and head to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Blue: Oh, yeah? How do you suggest I do that?
I pull up her contact and hit the button for FaceTime. She answers right away.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” she greets and all of the unacknowledged tension melts from my body.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“My bed isn’t the same without you,” she tells me.
I groan and throw my head back. “I can’t wait to hold onto you and never let go.”
“That sounds like a plan I can get behind. What time do you guys get in?”
“Monday morning and we go right to light skate.” I say and put a hand behind my head as I lay on the bed.
“Well, I’ll be at your place Monday evening.”
“I can’t wait.” We look at each other through tiny screens and to say I miss her is an understatement. “You know what I want to try?”
“What’s that?”
“What are you wearing?”
Sarah laughs nervously. Something I’ve noticed about her is that sex sometimes makes her uncomfortable. And I mean sometimes. Like when we’re apart because of my road games. So I like to push her just a little.
“Tell me it’s the black silk set,” I guess.
Sarah pulls the covers back and pans the camera down her body. My cock hardens at the sight of her lush body. “Do you like it?”
