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first thing I had for myself since he was born. I guess that’s why I waited to tell you; I was being selfish.” There was nothing but silence on her end of the phone.
    “Violet?”
    “Can I call you right back?”
    “Sure, is everything—”

    When I was done sobbing into my washcloth, I waited a few extra minutes to call him back to make sure my emotions stayed in check.
    This woman, who he referred to so carefully, intrigued me. What kind of a woman wouldn’t want to have a family with Rhys? I was in no place to judge and I had agreed to learn more, but I already knew I didn’t like her. And from what it looked like, she had abandoned them both.
    I had to get a grip on these feelings. But in truth, when he spoke about his struggle and his love for his son, it left little room for doubt.
    I shook those thoughts away and dialed him.
    “Sorry, I had to use the restroom,” I said, the only decent excuse for my quick withdrawal. I was all for heavy conversation but I feared I couldn’t take much more, so I started where we left off on a light note.
    “So tomorrow you and Bryce are going to cook a turkey?”
    “I’m cooking one of four,” he said casually. “Thanksgiving is kind of ridiculous at my parents’.”
    “Yeah, it will be the first one I’ve spent without mine, ever,” I said softly. “I wasn’t thinking about the holiday when I booked.”
    “You do deserve to be there. You do deserve this break. Please tell me you are locking the house every time you go in and out?”
    The worry in his voice gutted me. Fuck, I hadn’t thought about him having to worry about me, but I was touched that he was.
    “I am, I promise. I actually carry mace with me everywhere. I get a little afraid sometimes, but it’s gated and I feel mostly safe here. I have a hard time some days. I’ll be honest, feeling safe was something I took for granted.”
    “I’m sorry I brought it up,” he said, his voice low.
    “No, I mean it’s valid. I’m in this big empty house, I didn’t think about how that would bother either of us. Honestly, I came to think about my next step, to get my shit together, but I kind of did that before I left. I’d stopped drinking as much, started working and working out,” I said, defeated. “I haven’t written one thing on my bucket list.” I sighed, getting out of the tub. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful here and I have a nice tan.”
    “You ran away,” he stated firmly.
    “I ran away,” I conceded. I was thankful when he let the subject drop.
    “Tell me what you look like right now in the mirror.” His voice instantly put me on edge and made my pulse kick.
    “Naked,” I said slowly. “You aren’t going to try to have phone sex with me, are you?”
    “No, but if I was there right now...Fuck, the things I would do to that mouth and pussy.”
    I was wet, so wet, and I’d already dried myself with a towel.
    “Tell me one thing please,” I said breathlessly, feeling my pulse pick up as I watched myself aroused in the mirror.
    “I would open you up and lick you smoothly, but only once, from bottom to top with my whole tongue.”
    My nipples peaked with that one sentence.
    “Okay, a little more,” I begged.
    “I would hesitate, because you would be so close to coming. I would work around your clit then plunge my tongue inside of you so you wanted it more … but you wouldn’t have time to ask because as soon as you opened wider for me, I would lick your tip so fast and then drive my fingers in, fucking you until you came hard, closing your legs around my neck. You do that, you know? You close your legs around my neck and squeeze when you come.”
    “More?”
    “No.” His voice was firm. “Tell me what you are doing.”
    “Watching my body respond to you. Should I touch?”
    “That’s for me to do. Come back, I’ll do it all in that exact order.” His voice was heated and hungry.
    “I will. I just...I hate that house now, Rhys. It’s not a home