Page 53 of Whiskey & Honey
“Hey?”
“Are you not sure if you’re saying hi?”
“What?”
“You said hey like it was a question so I’m curious if you are uncertain if you’re saying hey.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to. I think you just caught me off-guard calling.”
“I wanted to hear you voice. It’s one of my favorite sounds.”
She laughs and I can hear the disbelief in her voice.
“Oh hush, it is not.”
“It absolutely is. To prove it, I’m going to bring a phone book over and have you just read it to me. That’ll show you how much I love it.”
“You want me to read the phone book? That’s just weird.”
We both laugh and whatever tension she had in her voice when she answered seems to be gone.
“What can I say? I’m a weird guy. Regardless, your voice is one of my favorite sounds in this world. It’s sweet, smooth, and gentle. The first time I heard you speak I thought it reminded me of honey.”
I can hear her moving around and it sounds like she’s settling in before speaking again.
“Honey, huh? That’s a new one. And I’m pretty sure the first time you heard my voice I was five years old and sounded like a cartoon character.”
“Ah you’ve got me there, Princess. I suppose that’s true. I meant the first time I heard your current, adult, sexy-as-hell voice.”
She makes a noise that’s part sigh and moan and I can feel the blood rushing from my head to other parts.
“That’s the sound I’m talking about. Honey. Don’t even get me started on your eyes.”
“My eyes? They’re brown, nothing special.”
“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong. They are special. Everything about you is special, Piper. I thought we covered this need you have to put yourself down. Your eyes are beautiful. They are bright, hopeful, and the perfect shade of brown that is the same as my favorite whiskey. When you get excited or have an idea they dance. And, Piper, when you come?”
“Yeah?”
“When you come, baby, they sparkle.”
I can hear her breath catch at my final words. I smile to myself. My girl is good in all ways that matter, but she seems to like it when I talk about things some would consider a little dirty. Truthfully, I’ve never uttered anything remotely dirty in my prior relationships, but something about being with Piper makes me want to be different. Everything about her and me is different. I am still afraid she’s going to run so instead of digging deep for the dirty version of myself, I clear my throat.
“So, about that phone book.”
She responds with a laugh. The laugh that makes me smile and I’m pretty sure is the sound of angels singing.
“You think I’m joking but I’m not. That isn’t why I called though.”
“I thought you just wanted to hear my voice,” she flirtatiously replies. Vixen.
“I did but I also promised I’d call you later and we’d do something. Of course Ashton was in here a bit ago waking me up demanding I take her out to my house. I guess I’ll do that. She also said you had a migraine.”
“Oh. Well, yeah I did tell her that. I maybe, sort of, kind of lied to her. I’m a horrible person, I know. If this secret friend thing we have isn’t already bad enough, I also blatantly lied to her. I’m going to Hell.”
I chuckle and throw back my covers as I get up and start finding clothes.
“I’m pretty sure lying is not a means for a visit with Lucifer. But out of curiosity, why did you lie?”