Page 88 of Kings of Desire
‘Ok...’
‘On second thoughts, I’ll call you in a half an hour. You aren’t leaving anywhere are you?’
‘No, at least not for a few hours.’
‘Just make sure to pick up.’
‘I will,’ I giggled sensing a masked excitement in his voice.
I think I must have dozed off, cuddled on the couch waiting for him to call me since the phone seemed to have rung straight after I had closed my eyes, although the clock on the wall was showing me a different hour.
‘Sorry I was late. I didn’t want to call you from the car so I waited to reach my hotel room.’
‘It’s ok. I fell asleep on the couch anyway.’
‘Did I bore you to death?’
‘Not a chance.’
‘Then the opposite?’ He asked in a throaty tone, that was instantly sending me into a certain zone, making my back slightly arch on the couch and my ears pay extra attention.
I shall call itthe Ferris effect!
‘Yes, the opposite. You never bore me. Maybe put me to sleep,’ a laugh escaped my lips, ‘But never bore me.’
‘So I get that you miss me?’
‘Yes,’ I groused, realizing exactly how much I wanted his arms to replace the couch, and maybe making sure that hisplansfor the night won’t lead to anyone else occupying my place in his bed.
‘I want to see how you miss me.’
‘I’ll draw you a sketch,’ I made fun of him because unless he had some satellite spying on me, it was impossible to see me.
‘I have a better way.’ As he finished his words, there was a knock on the door. ‘Answer it.’
And I did, coming face to face with a delivery man ‘Sign here, please.’
Next thing I knew, a small black box was in my hands, waiting for me to open it.
‘Go on,’ Ferris confirmed.
I opened the package, revealing a state-of-the-art phone.
‘Did you get it?’
‘Yes, but I already have a phone.’
‘No offense, but that wasn’t a phone. Maybe they’ll take it as an artifact in a museum.’
‘Really funny...’
‘I always am. And as for the veryfunpart, I want you to take your sim card out of this phone and put it into the new one. You don’t have to do anything else but hit call. I made sure every setup was already completed, including putting in my number, so I’ll be waiting for you.’
‘Right away,’ and I hung up, replacing the cards, just as he told me to, then hit the call button again.
‘That was quick,’ I could feel his smile from the other end. ‘Now I really want to see how much you missed me.’
‘I’m not too good with these kinds of words.’ in my world all feelings must be kept hidden, therefore confessing them to any other living being seemed impossible.
