“No, but I want to,” Chloe replies. “Can you take a photo of it tonight?”
My phone immediately rings. The name Henley lights up the screen.
“Dear lord, he’s calling,” Chloe stammers.
I answer as I try to sound cool. “Hello, Henley.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Drinkwater,” his deep sexy voice replies.
Butterflies swirl in my stomach. Just the sound of his voice does things to me.
I look up to the girls as they hang on my every word, and I get up and walk outside for some privacy.
“Hi.” I smile goofily.
“Hi.” I can tell he’s smiling too.
“Why are you calling me?”
“To get my way.”
I giggle. “Henley . . . we cannot do that.” I lower my voice and look around to see if anyone can hear me.
“Yes, we can.”
I lower my voice to a whisper. “You are too big for me.”
“Nonsense. It’s a perfect fit.”
I feel myself blush. “We need more . . . practice.”
“You actually think I’m going to hurt you?”
“I just . . .” I hesitate.
“You just what?”
“We’re just new at this. Your body is a lot extra . . . I need you to be patient with me.”
He stays silent, and I know he’s considering my request. “I would never hurt you, Juliet.”
“I know.” I smile shyly. “I just want to get to know you better first in a more familiar environment.”
He exhales but stays silent.
“So you’ll jump the fence for me?” I ask hopefully.
“Only for you.”
“I can’t wait,” I gush. “What time?”
“Ten minutes?”
I giggle. “About eight?”
“Okay . . .”
He hangs on the line, and I smile goofily.