Me:This is me. Not giving up.
Me: Still here. Still thinking of you.
Honestly, I wasn’t bothered. She would come around sooner or later. There was no denying our connection, the wild need, the pull we both felt toward each other. She liked me too much not to reply eventually. Jesus, I wasn’t even thinking about her naked, and my dick stirred to life. The woman had no clue how much she owned me. Or did she?
Me: Okay, now you’ve got me begging. Please, sweetheart? Give me some shred of hope?
Three little dots appeared on the screen. God, I was pathetic. My stupid heart flipped. She was writing back. Finally.
Tink: What are you doing?
Me: Showing you I’m a man of my word.
Tink: You are persistent.
Me: When I want something, I go after it. All the way.
Tink: I’m not sure I should let you in.
Me: Why not?
Tink: You’re too charming. You scare me.
I scared her? That was news to me. She bloody well terrified me. The way I wanted her—needed her—sent me off the edge every time I thought about what that meant.
Me: Someone told me if it doesn’t scare you at least a little, it’s not worth doing.
Tink: Friends.
Me: What?
Tink: We can be friends. That’s what we should be before we are anything else.
She wanted to be my fucking friend?
Me: So you regularly let your friends make you come?
She didn’t respond. So... I kept going, persistent arse that I was.
Me: Do you fantasize about taking your friend’s clothes off with your teeth? Or laying them out across your dining room table and making a feast of them?
Tink: Taylor...
Me: Call me, lass. I need to hear you say you don’t want this.
Tink: I can’t.
Me: Why not?
Say it. Tell me it’s because youdowant this.
Tink: My sister is next to me.
Me: I’m on a bus full of hockey players. I don’t care if they know I’ve got a hard-on as big as the fucking Space Needle.
My phone rang and I answered immediately.
“Took you long enough, hen.”