Page 43 of Falling for Her

What? Why?

Finley:

They always sneak in through the back door.

Me:

Who are they?

Finley:

The murderers.

Me:

Stop listening to murder podcasts.

Finley:

Never. I wonder if I could FaceTime Collins and leave the phone here so she can watch him while I run over.

Me:

You know, you could have left and come back twice by now.

Finley:

. . .

Me:

What does . . . mean?

I look down at my phone and see the bubble never comes up.

Me:

Finley?

The bubble comes up.

Finley:

I’m back, and he’s fine. I felt like I was doing a challenge or something. I don’t even know if I locked my door. That is a problem for tomorrow.

Me:

I’ll check the door when I get home.

Finley:

I think I’ll sleep on the couch.

Me:

No, sleep in my bed. I’ll just wake you when I get home.

The thought of her sleeping in my bed makes my cock stir in my pants.