“What do you want to do tonight Alex?”
“Me?” He looked over, surprise evident on his face.
“Sure, why not,” I said with a shrug, hoping I wasn’t making a mistake.
Alex stood up from where he’d been resting on the couch, a yawn cracking his jaw as he stretched. She’d said he could call after 10.30, was 10.34 too early? He killed a few minutes checking the doors were locked, then phone in hand collapsed back onto the couch. Scrolling through to her name took a moment and he couldn’t help but smile as he waited for her to answer.
“Hey you.” Could she sound any sweeter?
“Hey baby,” he sighed happily. “How was your day?”
“Hmm, okay I guess. Yours?”
“Oh you know, busy counting the hours,” he teased.
“Hah!” She scoffed. “Seriously, what did you get up to?”
“I went to that indoor climbing place with some friends.”
“Ah that sounds like fun?”
“You don’t sound convinced baby,” Alex murmured.
“Doesn’t she have a name?” I frowned.
“She likes it when I call her baby. Am I doing this or what?” He arched a brow in question.
“I’m not,” she agreed with a laugh.
“Ever jumped out of a plane?”
“God no! Have you?” She demanded.
“A few times actually. It’s amazing!”
“Oh you’re one of those,” she groaned.
“You’ve probably bungee jumped and drive way too fast too,” she accused.
Alex considered for a moment then with a sigh admitted, “Guilty of both. But both under controlled circumstances.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well bungee is obvious right?” He waited for her hum of agreement then went on. “The driving was on a race course, I did a day where they train you then let you drive as fast as you can,” he explained.
“Well at least you were safe,” she said grudgingly.
“It’s just a bit of fun baby, nothing dangerous,” Alex assured.
“I think we might have different ideas of fun Alex,” she said with a sigh.
“Me too,” I muttered.
“Oh I’m sure we have some of the same ideas,” he purred.
“Like what?” He heard the capitulation in her voice.
“The other night in my car was pretty fun,” Alex put a little growl in his voice.
“It was,” she all but whispered.
“Do you want to know what my favourite part was baby?”
“I’m not really sure.” She laughed nervously. “Do I?”
“I think you do. I think you want me to tell you how soft and hot you were in my hand,” he breathed.
“Alex,” her whisper had a hint of warning.
“No? What about how tight you were around my fingers?” He taunted.
“Alex please …” Did he hear a little moan there?
“Please more or please stop?”