Sunshine—
I’d do it all again just to hold you for a few hours.
There’sno signature but it doesn’t matter, there’s only one person who ever calls me that.
RHEA: It’s hard to be upset when you’re sweet
SORREN: I didn’t do it so you wouldn’t be upset
RHEA: Then why did you do it?
SORREN: Because it’s what I should have been doing all along
My fingers freezeabove the keyboard as I read and reread the words he’d typed and sent without hesitation. There’d been no lapse in time, no disappearing and reappearing dots on the screen.
SORREN: It’s okay you don’t believe me.
SORREN: You will.
RHEA: How can you be so sure?
I askedthe question even as my heartbeat kicked up into a sprint. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust that he wantedmeand not just because we were both here in the same town and happened to be attracted to each other.
That it was more than chemistry and lust.
SORREN: I told you last night—it’s us now.
RHEA: You didn’t have your mouth OR your cock between my legs if you recall
SORREN: Not yet
SORREN: You’re out of your damn mind if you think having my fingers inside that sweet pussy as you came all over them is any different
I gulpand squeeze my thighs together, but it does nothing to stem the ache between my legs. I’m still a little tender, but last night was a tease. A really, really mind-blowing tease. But I just want—him. I want to know that it was real and not just a figment of my imagination.
I want him desperate and undone just like he made me.
RHEA: I’m still upset
SORREN: You forced my hand so you’ll just have to let me fix it as we go instead of the way I wanted to do it…
RHEA: So it’s my fault?
SORREN: It’s your fault I couldn’t be buried inside you last night, yeah.
RHEA: We had time
SORREN: Sunshine, a couple hours was not enough time for what I want to do to you
RHEA: And now you’re gone for a week
SORREN: See above…
RHEA: Ugh, but what are we doing?
SORREN: What do you want to do?
RHEA: That’s not an answer