Page 161 of Riding the Sugar High

“How is this going to work?” I ask with a pout. He hates technology, and we can’t just use Kyle’s phone to communicate. “Will you text? Will we talk on the phone and video call and all of that?”

He pauses for a long moment, then nods. “Yes. All of that. I was gone this afternoon because Kyle took me to buy a phone.”

When I gape, his hands rub along my sides. “Barbie, I won’t let you vanish from my life. I want to talk to you after tomorrow. I want to talk to you as long as you have things to say.”

My heart skips a beat, and for the first time in my life, I’m at a loss for words. Logan Coleman bought a phone. Family and friends have been begging him to, and he did it for me. “We’ll be talking forever, then.”

With a chuckle, he gives me a ‘Don’t I know it?’ look. “So, can we do it? Kyle explained sexting to me. It sounded interesting.”

With a half smile, I ask, “Did he explain phone sex?”

“I think I can figure it out.” He pulls me closer. “I’m going to miss you like you’ve packed up all the oxygen in your ridiculous luggage,” he says as he kisses my forehead.

I can’t even answer. There’s nothing to say, because the thought of leaving him and the farm behind feels...like leaving a part of me too.

“Hey, no. Don’t be sad, strong Barbie.” He pulls my chin up, his brows knitting dramatically. “You’ll do great things, I know it.”

I nod, though I’m not feeling it. “Maybe tomorrow,” I say as I grind my hips forward. “I’d like to doyoutonight.”

His gaze locks with mine, intense and unwavering. “Want me to fuck the sadness out of you, Barbie?”

“Yes.” I feel a flutter in my chest as he leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against my skin as my heart pounds faster with each passing second. Once his lips meet mine, a wave of electricity surges through our kiss, and my hands find their way to his shoulders, holding on to him as if he’s my lifeline.

He grips the small of my back, pulling me closer, and a rush of heat spreads through me. When our lips part, I'm breathless, my lips tingling. Our eyes meet, and with a smile, I say, “I want you, cowboy.”

He smirks, his hand moving my underwear to the side. “Save a horse, Barbie.”

Ride a cowboy instead.

you’re leaving

Logan

Hey.

Kyle helped me set the phone up.

I’m on the porch.

Your shower is taking too long.

Come out here. I miss you.

Where are you?

Sorry, I thought I heard the bathroom door.

Seriously, you don’t need seven different lotions.

Your skin is so soft, just come out here and fuck me.

This is Logan, by the way.

I watchthe screen impatiently as I shift on the step, but still no answer from Primrose. Until three dots appear on the screen.

Primrose

Ten texts???