Page 147 of Right Man, Right Time
“Yeah, babe . . . will you answer?” He lifts a brow at me, and I chuckle while nodding.
“Promise.”
“Good.” He kisses me one more time and sighs. “I have to go.”
“Okay, safe trip. Text, call, FaceTime, send me nudes . . . all of the above.”
“You do the same,” he says and offers me one more kiss before taking off. He steps away, glances over his shoulder, and smirks at me.
Be still my heart . . . he’s so freaking sexy. When he’s out of sight, the security guard comes up to me with an expectant look on his face.
I turn toward the exit and say, “See, I told you I wasn’t lying.”
“All right, move it along.”
* * *
Silas:Hey.
Ollie:Is that really going to be your opening line?
Silas:It was going to be “send me a picture.”
Ollie:Aren’t you on the plane?
Silas:Yes, but we can still text.
Ollie:Oh, I see, so what you’re trying to tell me in a not-so-subtle way is that you miss me and can’t wait until you land to communicate.
Silas:Basically.
Ollie:Well, I will have you know, I sobbed in my car when I left the airport.
Silas:Why?
Ollie:Because I’m happy and mad at myself for not talking to you yesterday. I could have spent the night with you. Instead, I spent the night in fear, my stomach twisting in knots.
Silas:If it helps, I felt the same way.
Ollie:Can I ask you something?
Silas:Ask me anything.
Ollie:In the sauna, were you mad at me?
Silas:Was I mad at you? Are you fucking kidding? Ollie, that was . . . fuck, I still think about your mouth on my cock.
Ollie:But afterward, you seemed angry. I was afraid I pushed you too hard.
Silas:I wasn’t angry, and if I was, I was probably angry with myself for giving in when I’ve been so determined to hold back.
Ollie:Are you sure?
Silas:Positive. I wanted you to stay.
Ollie:Why didn’t you stop me?
Silas:Something we can talk about later. Can I FaceTime you tonight? I really need to get some shit off my chest.
