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you,” he complains.
    “Aww, poor Finnigan. Do you want me to spray
my perfume on a pillowcase and send it to you?” I ask jokingly.
    “Would that make me a total pussy?”
    “Are you serious?” I ask in surprise.
    “Never mind, it was a joke. I’m fine,” he
grumbles. Aww!
    “It’s not if you don’t want it to be. It’s
kind of cute, actually.”
    “Really, I’m just fucking horny and seeing
you in my clothes, knowing you’re in my bed is doing things to me.”
I roll my eyes and bite my lip.
    “It’s not messing with your head?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You aren’t freaking out that I’m all over
your shit?”
    “Baby, I wish you were all over my shit right
now,” he growls.
    “You are horny. Does your phone not get the
internet? What’s your favorite porn site?”
    “I’m thirty fucking one years old. I don’t
look at porn to get off,” he scoffs.
    “I don’t think the age for that expires,
Finn,” I tell him.
    “Whatever.” He sighs. “I usually just think
about our Sundays, but talking to you every day is messing me up.”
I shiver.
    “Where do you jack off when you’re here?”
    His voice is incredulous when he asks, “You
really want to know that?” I nod and start breathing faster,
thinking about him getting off to the memories of our time
together.
    “Oh yeah,” I breathe.
    “Mmm, I love your voice. You could make me
come just by talking, baby. You have no idea.”
    “Where,” I demand. I hear him swallow loudly
and take a breath swiftly.
    “Sometimes in the shower, sometimes in the
bed,” he says quietly and I think he’s touching himself.
    “Which side of the bed?”
    “Left.” That’s the side I’ve been sleeping on
because it smells the strongest of his spicy scent.
    “What do you use?”
    “I— Christ, Sadie. It’s in the nightstand.”
His breathing is picking up and I double check to make sure the
door to the bedroom is closed before reaching for the drawer.
Inside is a pad of paper, a pen, some receipts, and a half-empty
bottle of lube. I smile as I grab it and pop the top. “What are you
doing?” he asks.
    I bite my lip as I use what he uses, smear it
across my fingers down to my mound and slip inside. Maybe it’s
totally fucked up to think it’s hot, but shit we’ve been having sex
on Sunday’s only for over five months. Knowing that he wanted me
when he was away has me shaking with need. I gasp.
    “I’m using what you use, Batty.” I add
another finger on a moan and close my eyes.
    “There’s my girl. You haven’t called me Batty
in forever. Is your pussy all slippery, baby?” His breath hitches
and I imagine him picking up the pace.
    “I’m so wet, Batty.”
    “You didn’t need the lube, did you?”
    “No.”
    “But it makes you hot thinking about me
getting off to you doesn’t it?”
    “Yes,” I whimper, moving my fingers faster. I
put the phone in between my cheek and shoulder so that I can use my
other hand to work my clit.
    “God, I wish you were coming all over my
dick, Sadie. Only you can squeeze me that tight.”
    “Ah!” I squeak as I explode and hear from a
distance that Batty is groaning, doing the same. The line is quiet
except for our panted breathing. I grab tissues from a box on the
table and clean up, then burrow back under the covers and close my
eyes.
    “Goodnight, baby,” he says into the
quiet.
    “Goodnight, Finnigan,” I mumble. I hear him
sigh before he ends the call and I dream of Sundays.

Chapter 5
    FRIDAY
    We’ve made it an entire week and all three of
us are still alive! I choose to celebrate. Batty’s dad is
recuperating, but still extremely tired and in a lot of pain. Batty
works from his room, or the hotel room, and calls at what feels
like the most inconvenient times possible. Well, except for
bedtime, my bedtime, that is. He actually sent me a dick picture
last night and it had me spiraling out of control in no time.
    The kids are enrolled in jazz and archery in
addition to ballet and