God, things had been great between them. She was a fireball in bed and man, did she have a dirty mind. Their sexting had gotten so out of control once that Phillip spent most of the night in the bathroom, jacking off. She was hot and kept him on his toes. If he wasn’t careful though, he would fall for her while she stayed in the just-fucking zone. He didn’t want that. He had to keep his feeling locked up tight and only think with his dick, or that girl would get him in a world of problems.
Falling deeper in the tub to where the water was over his chin, he let out a breath. He was pretty sure he could fall asleep but, before that could happen, his phone rang. Reaching for it, he saw that it was Claire.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Hey, did you guys win?”
He smiled.
“You didn’t watch the game?”
She laughed sheepishly.
“Nope, I’m studying. When I realized the time, the game was over.”
“Oh, good girl then,” he said with a laugh, “but yeah, we won.”
“Awesome! Did you score any goals?”
“I did, the winning one.”
“Awesome, way to go.”
“Thanks, how was school?”
“Boring, except this guy keeps trying to get in my pants.”
The way she said it so nonchalantly had Phillip’s teeth on edge.
“Don’t make me kill a kid, Claire, please.”
Her laughter made him smile.
“I won’t. I’m sort of done with all that. I want to focus on school and dance. I want to actually do something when I get older.”
Words couldn’t describe how much what she said meant to him. With a grin, he said, “That’s fantastic, Claire. I want that for you, too.”
“I know, which reminds me, I am almost done with my solo. When I’m done, can you come see it?”
His heart jumped up into his throat as he slowly nodded, despite the fact she couldn’t see him.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Awesome! I’m like tired, so can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” he said, fighting back tears. “Goodnight.”
“Night, Phillip.”
When the line went dead, Phillip leaned his head back and grinned up at the ceiling. If he had known she would have changed this much just from dancing, he would have put her in it months ago. He wished his sister and mother was there, so they could see the transformation she was making. Slowly but surely, his Claire was coming back to him. He knew they wouldn’t care but, then again, maybe they would have. Maybe they would have been clean and supported Claire the way he was going to.
Letting out a huff of air, he sat up, reaching for his phone again and clicking on Reese’s name to text her.
Smiling, he wrote:
Thank you.
Only a second passed before she said:
What? I didn’t give you an orgasm today… did I?
Laughing out loud, Phillip typed back quickly.
No, not today, but the night is still young.
This is true, but really, what did I do?
Claire asked me to watch her dance, and she is doing really well. I have a feeling it’s because of you.
Maybe, I am pretty freaking awesome. ?
He laughed as he wrote:
Haha. Maybe you are.
Oh, I know I am! But really, it’s all her. She’s phenomenal, Phillip, honestly. She’s just been in a shitty place but, between the both of us and Harper, I think we can make her world better.
Phillip smiled as he wrote:
I agree, but really, thank you.
Anytime. ?
When she didn’t write anything after that, Phillip laid his phone down and smiled, but soon he was reaching for his phone again, his need for her greater than he thought. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, lose himself in her, before kissing the hell out of her.
Typing quickly, he wrote:
What are you wearing?
He worked his lip as he waited for her response. When his phone dinged and a picture of her in absolutely nothing came over the phone, his body tightened as he bit down hard on his lip.
Typing quickly, he wrote:
I want you in my mouth. Right. Now.
Come and get it.
You wish.
I’ll be waiting.
Keeping his feelings locked up from this girl?
Yeah, right.