I laugh and open my eyes. Shit, I made a mess. I didn’t plan that very well. There are splotches of come all over my shirt. But it was worth it.
“Fuck, Kylie, you’re not even here and you know how to undo me.”
We both sit in silence for a moment. I can hear her breathing.
“Stay on the phone, okay?” she asks. “I’ll be right back. I want to clean up a little.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I leave the phone sitting on the arm of the couch, and go wash up and change. I come back wearing just a fresh pair of underwear and take the phone to the bedroom. I climb in bed and roll over to Kylie’s side. Her pillow smells like her, and I bury my face in it, breathing her in.
“You back?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “I feel better, but I still miss you.”
“I miss you too, love,” she says.
I roll onto my back and put an arm across my forehead. “Are you getting up again, or are you guys done for the night?”
“I’m pretty sure I got a text from Selene a few minutes ago,” she says with a laugh. “She probably wants to go get a drink in the bar. I guess I’ll tell her I was in the bathroom.”
“Okay, well, you girls have fun tonight,” I say.
“We will,” she says. “I love you, Braxton.”
A wide smile crosses my face. “God, I love you so much, Kylie. I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“Always,” she says. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Night, baby girl.”
“Night, love.”