I nod. “You would’ve told your girlfriend you loved her as soon as you felt it.”
“What’s the point in holding it in? It doesn’t make you feel it any less.”
I smile. “No, it doesn’t.”
If anything, it’s been swelling bigger and bigger, ready to explode at the surface.
“Why don’t you tell her when you’re fucking her? Girls love that romantic shit.”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, good idea.”
But Leo sees right through me. “Wait a minute. You’ve been with her, haven’t you?”
I shake my head. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no.”
His eyes widen. “How? How have you not?”
“She’s in control of that decision. I’m waiting for her to make that move.”
“Damn. That must be hard.” He gestures to my pants. “So hard, it’s probably about to fall off.”
I laugh. “Shut up. There’s more to life than sex. You should take a page out of my book for once before you catch a disease andyourdick falls off.”
“Not a chance.” He side-eyes me. “I wonder who got the bigger dick. How long is yours?”
I push off the ground to stand. “Okay, that’s enough.”
“Fully erect, not flaccid. Come on.”
I walk toward the door. “I’m taking a lunch break.”
“It’s big, isn’t it?” Leo rubs his palms together. “Mine is huge, bro. I bet Dad’s is massive.”
“Never refer to Dad’s dick again.”
I walk out of the garage and tap out a playful text to Phoenix.
Me: I think you should send me a sexy picture of yourself.
My Phoenix: You think so, huh?
Me: It’s only fair since you have two of me in your phone.
Me: And make it a good one. I don’t want to have to use my imagination.
My Phoenix: You’re fully dressed in the pictures I have of you. How is that fair?
Me: Maybe if you do what you’re told, I’ll send you a better one.
My Phoenix: Maybe if you go upstairs, you’ll get more than just a picture.
I take the stairs by twos, and head to my bedroom. I lock the door behind me and send another text.
Me: I’m here.
My phone buzzes with an incoming call.
“Hi, beautiful.”