Page 93 of Relationship Goals

Luke Wolfe is a cutie, too.

Pleased with myself, I decide to video call Luke and forgo the texts, and when he picks up on the first ring, shirtless, I congratulate myself on a job well done.

“Hiiiii,” I say.

“You look gorgeous,” he says in his gravelly morning voice. “I’m coming to see you as soon as I get back.”

“Oh, really?” I raise an eyebrow. “You’re just going to invite yourself over?”

“Yeah. I’ll cook for you, too.”

“The nutritionist put me on a high-protein diet,” I tell him, wrinkling my nose.

“Good. That’s what I’m on, too,” he says, patting his abs.

“You know what else has high protein?” I smirk at him. “Besides meat?”

“Abigail,” he says.

“You can drink it. Supposed to be very good for you,” I continue, fluttering my eyelashes and sipping my tea.

He groans, and now I’m sure I’ve hooked him. Heh.

“Protein powder,” I finally say, and am rewarded by a snort of a laugh. “Why? What did you think I was going to say?”

“That you were planning on giving me the best blow job of my life.”

His bluntness makes me burst out laughing, and I’m glad I had swallowed my tea or it would have sprayed all over my phone.

“Well, I suppose that could be arranged if you play your cards right.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to cue up the classical playlist you prefer to jerk it to so you can feel right at home.”

He lets out a rough laugh, and we grin at each other for a long while.

Easy. That’s how it is with Luke Wolfe. Easy and so, so fun.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much like myself with a man as I do with him. There’s no pressure to be anyone but my normal, ridiculous self.

“I’m going to be thinking about you all day now,” he says roughly, and I bite my bottom lip.

“An all-day boner might make practice awkward.”

“It might.” He rubs his jawline, where there’s just a bit of stubble shadowing it. Yum.

“I’m not wearing underwear,” I announce, just to be a dick.

He groans, covering his eyes. “You’re going to your script reading without underwear?”

“No, that would be risky, even for me. I just haven’t put any onyet.” I wink at him.

“Fuck.”

“Later,” I tell him in a singsong voice.

His expression goes serious, and I tilt my head.