Chapter 52
Chapter fifty-two
Rhys
Stop Talking To My Penis
"Here." Harper hands me a pack of under eye patches. "Did you sleep at all?"
"Not really." I admit as I lean back in our first class seats.
My night was spent tossing and turning as I debated how to actually do this. Sure, we said the words. Sure, the kiss we shared felt like fireworks. But, I’m still booked in Nashville for the next several months before a nationwide tour starts. He’s still playing hockey with a demanding schedule.
My cock ached alone in bed last night.
Could we go back to our phone sex dates? Would we do more than text to coordinate the hookups time?
When I said I couldn’t go back to friends with benefits I meant it. I need more from him. I need casual conversations, and witty jokes, and to be with him while he’s at his best with his friends.
Has anything changed?
You said you love him.
Are three little words enough?
"Well, try to rest now, I have a feeling Duncan isn’t going to let you rest much once you get to his place."
I hope not. "Good thinking."