Tyler: Are you touching yourself?
Mira: Yes.
Tyler: Tell me. How.
Mira: I'm stroking myself with my fingers.
Tyler: That’s so fucking hot. I want to kiss you hard while you stroke yourself.
Mira: God Tyler, you’re going to make me cum. Damn she really was close.
Tyler: Tell me what you want me to do to you.
Mira hesitated for a minute, but she was too far in now.
Mira: I want you to lick me.
Tyler: Where?
Mira: Everywhere.
Tyler: Be more specific.
Mira: My wet lips.
Tyler: Yes! I would love to lick you there, taste you, suck you.
A phone rang and it took a moment to realize it was hers. Checking the display, she saw Sam’s name. Fuck, couldn’t ignore that call.
Mira: Sam’s calling I got to go.
Tyler: OK sweetheart. Talk soon. Xx
Just like that, he was gone.
“OK, I KNOW YOU HATE hospitals but, fuck, come on, we’ll be out of here soon.” Dex sat in the chair beside Ryan’s bed, flicking absently through a magazine avoiding Ryan’s scowl.
“You don’t have to babysit me, Dex.”
“Didn’t realize I was babysitting, I thought I was keeping you company. So, I haven’t seen Sophie here. You two good?”
“Not exactly.” Ryan closed his eyes. It had been two days and he’d tried calling and texting, but Sophie hadn’t responded.
“Ryan? Do you want to talk about it?” Dex looked up from the magazine, sounding genuinely concerned.
“No.”
“OK. How about we talk about why you asked Kelly to find Mark Springer?”
Ryan sighed. He should have known Kelly would mention it to Dex.
“Don’t be mad. Kelly was worried.”
“I’m not mad. I know she’s looking out for me.”
“Then talk to me. I’m not asking as your team leader, I’m asking as your brother. This Mark guy is Sophie’s ex, right?”
“Yes.”