Page 51 of The Way We Touch

Gray dots float, and I wait impatiently for her reply.

Dylan

I’m pretty sure my heart stopped.

Coconut will forever remind me of you coming on my tongue.

Dylan

Coconut oil is very good for you, and it’s organic virgin oil.

My memories are not virginal.

I use a devil emoji, to which she sends a sweaty red face.

Dylan

I want to sneak down again, but I can’t think of a good excuse… More pepper?

I could come to you. I’m pretty heated…

Dylan

No!

She includes a laughing emoji.

Dylan

We’re too loud when we’re together.

Fuck me. I slide my hand over my hardening cock before replying.

We could still finish together if you want.

Dylan

What do you mean?

Tapping the screen, it switches to FaceTime, and she answers before the first ring. Her face is freshly washed, and her hair falls around her cheeks in large waves. She’s fucking gorgeous.

“Hey, beautiful. Show me your tits.”

Her chin dips, and she covers her laugh with her hand. How is it possible that everything she does is so adorable?

“I think we’ll be even louder this way,” she whispers, hopping off her bed and going to her door.

“I’ve never seen your bedroom. Show me.”

Her lips twist, and she holds the phone over her head, turning it so I can see the pretty white and navy room. “Here it is! My bedroom.”

A queen-sized bed with white bedding is in the corner, and a desk is across from it. Beside the desk, a tall, narrow bookshelf is filled with books and more books stacked on top of each other.

“You need a bigger bookcase.”

“I know.” She walks over to the narrow piece of furniture and lifts a book with a muscular man on the cover.

“What’s that you’re reading?”