“If you need anything, call me.”
“Zander—”
“Jay, I don’t want to hear anything other than, ‘Yes, Zander.’”
My stomach flip-flopped. This man. I really could fall for him… if I let myself.
“Yes, Zander. You’ll be the first person I call.”
“Good answer. How’s your head?”
“Better.”
“Are you aching like I am?”
“Yes,” I breathed the word before I realized what he’d asked. “Wait, what?”
He chuckled. “Caught you. Want me to come over to relieve the ache?”
Yes.
“Stop teasing. I didn’t think before I answered.”
“Liar.”
“No, really. No aching here.”
“Jay, I realize we haven’t known each other long, but I’d bet my Harley that kiss made you wet and pulse.”
Holy shit, what was he doing to me? “Do friends talk like this?”
“Yes.”
“It’s late. I should go to sleep.” I bit my bottom lip.
“Chicken. I get it. I know how you feel.”
“Friends, Zander. That’s all we are.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Jay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”
“Good night, Zander.”
I ended the call with a massive grin and wet panties. How did this man have me rethinking everything I thought I wanted in one day?