Page 52 of Camera Chemistry
Aiden: Is saying fuck yes too aggressive?
I grin when I see the incoming call.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I answer.
“You’re not supposed to be calling me that,” she responds. There’s no malice in her tone, and I hear the hint of a smile.
“What’s up?”
“I can’t sleep. Some guy keeps texting me.”
“He sounds horrible.”
“He’s not too bad.”
I adjust my position on the bed, flipping to my back and staring at the ceiling.God,it’s good to hear her voice. “So the interview sucked, huh?”
“I hate being in front of cameras. The woman said some nasty things to me after the segment, too. It would have been a lot better with you there.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up. I didn’t know if you’d want me there in the first place, or if you’d miss me when I didn’t show up.”
“I missed you.”
“So. What would you have said to me?”
Maggie takes a deep breath. “I would have said that I wish I didn’t walk out of your apartment. I wish I stayed, and I wish I did a better job of conveying that to you. I hate the miscommunication trope in books, and I—”
“What the hell is the miscommunication trope?”
“It’s when the couple doesn’t communicate properly and you want to bash their heads in for being so stupid.”
“I thought we did a good job of communicating.” I rub my jaw. “Hang on. Want to FaceTime?”
“I’m in bed without any clothes on.”
I’ve never initiated a FaceTime so quickly in my life. Maggie pops up on my screen, the glow of her phone reflecting on her face. “Sorry. You can’t tell me you’re naked and not expect me to call.”
She laughs and tucks her arm under her cheek, smiling at me. She’s pixelated, a little fuzzy, but she’sthere. “I guess I kind of walked into that one,” she agrees.
“So, miscommunication. You wish you didn’t leave, but you did. Why?”
“I don’t know.” Maggie sighs, and the sheet around her chest slips an inch. “We both said we didn’t want a relationship, and I was afraid what I was feeling was a result of any sort of attention from a man, not just from you.”
“What are your thoughts now?”
“It’s you I miss. It’s you I wanted to stay for.”
“I would have let you. The second you left I wanted to bust into the hall and chase you down. I didn’t, though, because I didn't think it was what you wanted.” I pause and shake my head. “Fuck, you’re right. Miscommunication is the fucking worst.”
“Told you.”
“What do you want now?”
“Now? Now I want to see you again.”
“Maggie Houston. Are you propositioning me again?”
“Propositioning you would be if I brought my phone between my legs and let you see how wet I am.”
