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twenty-four

Skylar

Chase has been gone for two days, but he’s due back late tomorrow night. The Terrors are playing a series against the Michigan Hawks, and I’m about to lose my mind.

The team just had a four-game home series against the Geneva Grands, and I went to my first games as a player’s girlfriend.

But as a secret girlfriend, because no one knows about us yet.

Not until we figure out a way to tell my brother.

Sitting close to the dugout was weird. Especially since I was the only one who knew that I was a girlfriend and not just Ethan’s sister, or a cleat chaser.

Normally, when I go to Terrors games, I would sit in the outfield on the upper deck that overlooks the field. I would go with my brother when I was in town, and watch him schmooze a potential client, or someone else that he would be looking to do business with.

But for the games against Geneva, I sat right beside the team dugout.

I got an up-close view of the entire team through the game.

I watched as Chase chewed on sunflower seeds and put the shells in the back pocket of one of his teammates.

I watched as one of his teammates poured a cup of water over Chase’s head when he jogged back into the dugout after a home run, and I watched as the entire team celebrated together after a win as they nearly swept the series with losing one of the doubleheader games.

After the games, Chase would come over to my place, and we would stay up late, still working on getting to know one another. There’s been plenty of make-out sessions, and we’ve even gotten down to our underwear. He flipped a switch in me, and I want more.

So tonight, under the guise of taking a step closer to the two of us, taking the next step in our relationship, I plan to propose phone sex.

It’s another way to be closer intimately and could help us move forward into having actual sex.

I appreciate the context behind him wanting to wait, but a girl has needs, and he’s been opening Pandora’s box, very, very slowly.

I pace my bedroom with my phone in my hand. I look at it. He texted me thirty minutes ago that he’s back in his hotel room and to call him if I could. I can, but I am nervous.

I move to my closet and rifle through my tops. Shaking my head, I turn around.

I’m not going out, I’m staying in. I want to look sexy.

I push forward and go straight to my underwear drawers and plunge my hand inside. I know now exactly what I’m looking for. I’ve never worn this bralette before, and figure that now is the best time as any.

I remove my t-shirt and fight with my arms to put on the straps of the fabric. This is more confusing than I thought it was. When I look in the mirror, it’s clear that I’ve put it on wrong.

Ugh, I’m doing this all wrong. What made me buy this?

I pull at the various straps, and eventually pull it entirely off.

Fuck it. I’m going to just call him topless.

I turn around and lean my back against the wall at the top of the bed and take a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

Chase’s face illuminates the screen of my phone, and his smile puts me at ease.

“Hey, you, I was wondering what was taking so long. I didn’t expect a video call, though, so this is a pleasant surprise.” He says, his voice low. He is lying on the bed, with his arm tucked behind his head on the pillow. “How was your day?”

“Oh, you know, out here in the dangerous streets of Nashville, saving one life at a time.”

“I like how that sounds. Did you happen to catch the game?” he asks.

“I caught the tail-end of the game. Sorry. But I was out to eat with Ethan, and he kept tabs on the game.”

“Yeah? How was dinner?”

“The same as usual. We talked about my work, his work, and if I was seeing anyone.”

“Oh yeah? And what did you say about if you were seeing someone?” he grins.

“I told him I was seeing someone, but it was too new and I didn’t want to jinx anything. He pressed for more information, but I didn’t budge. He asked me if he would approve of the guy, and I said that I hoped he would, when the time was right.”

“That’s one way to put it. What did you eat?”

“For dinner? Um, I had a pasta dish. It was pretty good. Did you already eat tonight?”

“I had a chicken salad sent over as soon as we were leaving the stadium.”

“My pasta sounds much better than a salad.”

“I’m not going to argue there, but chicken salad grows on you. So, what’s the rest of your night look like?”

Before my nerves get the best of me, I clear my throat and lower the video a little to distract him.

“So, I was thinking,” I begin as I hear him whistle quietly.

“About?”

“About maybe trying something different, maybe spicing things up in a different way.” I lower the screen a little bit more, hinting that I’m not wearing a top.

“What way are you wanting to spice things up when I’m nowhere near you?”

“How about you take off your shirt?” I direct.

He sets the phone down beside him, against something, so I’m able to see him remove his shirt, before he picks up the phone again.

“Good, good. Now we’re both topless.” I say, sucking in a breath at the sight of his toned chest.

“Wait, you’re not wearing a shirt?” he moves and looks closer at the screen. “What’s on your agenda tonight?” he asks, biting the corner of his lower lip, then runs his tongue across the edges of his upper teeth.

“I was thinking we could have some fun tonight. Now, I don’t want to make you feel like I’m using you to get my rocks off, but that’s pretty much exactly what I’m doing.”

“I’m not going to complain. Okay, so you’re topless. What about your bottoms?” he asks with curiosity.

“I’m wearing shorts.” I confide.

“Alright, take those off,” he instructs.

“Hey, who’s running the show here? You first,” I retort.

This will be the first time that either of us has seen our naughty bits.

“You sure you don’t want to wait to be in person before doing this?” he asks.

“Are you chickening out?” I lift my brow in question.

“Sky, the one thing that I would never do is to chicken out with anything if you were involved.” He promises, “I just don’t want you to miss out on this being in person.”

“Take off your pants, Chase,” I say, firmly.

His hands move to the waistband of his shorts, but he pauses, then looks at the screen.

“Let me just make sure that the door is latched closed.” He exits out of the view of the phone camera, then returns, standing beside the bed, facing the screen.

“Are you ready?” he asks, with his hands on the waistband of his shorts again.

“More than.” I nod, my mouth dry with anticipation.