Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I chuckled at my winky face.
KEEGAN: Snarky Prince come out to play?
ME: Snarky Prince would prefer to come to Fever Falls and show you how to really play.
I wondered what he’d say, when suddenly my FaceTime app popped up with Keegan’s name flashing on the screen. I was so quick to accept that I figured I had totally abandoned any desire to look cool around him, just to enjoy chatting with him again.
“Hello,” I said, noticing my voice lowering a few octaves in a way that even seemed to surprise Keegan, who laughed.
“Hey, Sexy Voice.”
“Sorry. That was not how I intended that to come out. How was your day?”
“It was okay. Just studying.”
“Do you work this weekend?”
“Yeah, why? You planning on swinging by for a visit?”
“I wish,” I said. “But I’ll be there soon enough. I’ve been missing you.”
“Well, I’ve been missing you too, and I’ve even ordered a few special surprises.”
My dick twitched, getting hard way too fast. God, the power he held over me by just suggesting that he’d purchased more naughty underwear.
“So I assume you’re wearing one of these surprises now?”
“Well, right now, wearing…” He scanned his clothes. “Tank top and boxers.”
“This is a very disappointing sight for a man who’s expecting surprises.”
Keegan enjoyed another chuckle. “Oh, you want to see something naughty, don’t you?”
“You know exactly what I want to see, you little tease.”
“Speaking of teases…” He leaned back on the bed and pulled down his boxers, revealing pink trim across black panties, like I’d suggested when we were chatting the first time he’d shared this side of himself with me.
Saliva rushed into my mouth, and a heat rose within me nearly as quickly as my shaft rose in my pants.
“Well, well,” I said. “Look at those beauties.”
He covered them back up, and I groaned. “That’s not very nice. What do I have to do to get the full show?”
“For the full show, you have to be here.”
“Don’t be mean, Keeg. I don’t like when you’re mean. Just tell me what I have to do to get a better look.”
He pondered it, twisting his cap to the side. “Why don’t you tell me the favorite part of your day?”
“That doesn’t sound too painful. I think it would have to be when I started texting with my friend across the pond.”
“Friend?”
He seemed totally thrown by what I’d intended as a nonchalant remark. “More than friend.”
“Why would you say the f-word?”
“Keegan, surely you know I think more of you than that.”
“Yeah, well, then what are we?”
“Seeing each other, yes? I don’t consider us boyfriends quite yet. Is that what you think we are?” I wanted him to be honest with me.
“I have to say it hasn’t helped that we’ve been using the b-word for the past month and a half to everyone else, and now you’re using the f-word, even though we said we weren’t faking the b-word.”
“Can we use words instead of letters? I’m having a hard enough time trying to decipher what you’re trying to say.”
“That I’m a little confused.”
“Well, that’s fair. I’d say you’re doing a good job of confusing me,” I said, more about my feelings toward men than our conversation. “I wasn’t meaning to suggest that I see you as just a friend, if that clears up the matter. I’m just having a difficult time sorting through it all. You have to admit we are in a highly unusual circumstance.”
“Yes, that’s fair to say. I guess there’s not really a word for this. Just seeing each other, but I don’t think of us as just friends.”
“I don’t think of you as just anything, Keegan.”
He sighed with relief before laughing. “I feel like I just got a little too insecure on you there. It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen you, so I keep thinking that you’re going to move on and forget about me.”
“Move on? Forget about you? I can’t hardly go a day without you popping into my head. Even the mere thought of you in those panties is about to pull me right through the phone.” I winked, drawing another laugh from him.
“I’d love to show them to you, but it’s not an option for friends.”
“Well, we have established we are more than that, so I’m eager to get a better look. What was the question? What was my favorite part of the day? Definitely not having an awkward conversation with my sort-of-boyfriend about the nature of our evolving relationship.”
“Sort-of-boyfriend. Yeah. I can live with that. For now.”
I thought on my response before saying, “I went horseback riding with Mère. We had a stroll around the gardens, and that was nice. What was your favorite part of your day?”
“You don’t want your reward?”
“I expect it, but I also want you to answer your own question.”
He offered me a glimpse of that bright smile once more. “I was at the mall with Serena. She has an audition for this TV series—Riverdale. A bit part, but I was helping her dress for the audition. She says she likes my tastes.”