Page 114 of The Scientist
I laughed. “You missed a lot these last few days. Garrett showed up on my doorstep Friday night wanting to work things out.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope. Lex made him sleep at his place with Stuart, and he stayed at my house. That’s when… you know.”
“Bow-chicka-wow-wow,” she sang, and I giggled. She leaned forward. “So how was it?”
I smiled over the top of my mug. “Which time?”
“You dirtyyyy frigginnn’ whoreee. The nerve of you calling me out for sleeping with Jace.”
I laughed even harder. “So, are you going to see him again?”
“He asked me to go out again tonight.” She tried hiding how happy that made her.
“Bring a change of clothes this time,” I said before dodging a piece of egg she flicked at me.
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I was tuning the strings of my guitar with my notebook splayed out in front of me, trying to think through the verse I’d been grappling with over the past few weeks. The song was intended to have a visceral image of the narrator feeling duplicitous in their existence and trying to make a hard decision—not a clue where the inspiration came from. However, the verse was feeling more like rambling prose with no end in sight, and I’d been attempting to fix it day after day with absolutely no luck.
My phone started ringing with a FaceTime call from Lex, and I was happy for the distraction from my muddled thoughts. He had left for a conference in San Diego yesterday and would be gone the whole weekend. He had to give a big presentation Saturday morning about their project, and I could tell he was nervous.
I answered the call to see his hair still wet from his shower, and he was naked from the waist up. Worst of all, he was wearing those damn glasses.
I frowned. “Oh Lex, I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“Ready for what?” he asked, confused.
“Phone sex,” I replied.
He paused before throwing his head back, laughing. “Your mind is always in the gutter,” he said, still chuckling.
“That’s because you look like sex on a stick lying there with no shirt on and those damn, freaking glasses.”
“I didn’t realize they were such a turn-on.” He smiled, adjusting them on his face.
“Can you tilt the screen lower? Your chest went out of frame.”
“Pervert,” he teased but tilted the screen anyway.
“Hey, you were the one who called trying to have phone sex with me.”
He sighed. “This was supposed to be a regular goodnight phone call.”
“You think I believe that?” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re trying to seduce me again.”
“You caught me. I put my glasses on, knowing you couldn’t resist.”
“At least you’re finally admitting it.”
He shook his head, chuckling.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” I asked.
“I think so. I’ve been practicing for the last hour. There are a lot of big companies that will be there who could potentially sponsor us in the future. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You won’t,” I told him. “Just keep your glasses on. They’re your superpower.”