Page 73 of Changed for You

Visuals of her splayed beneath me, heaving the same way she was on my lap. The sparkle in her green eyes as they look up at me, kneeling and eager to please. Every part of me is desperate to create another moment with her—desperate to get another glimpse of how real I know this is.

Plopping down on the corner of the bed, I fish my wallet and phone from my pocket, setting them on the bedside table, when my phone chimes.

SOFIA

Thank you.

My heart flips.

I read the message far too many times before finally responding.

Care to send a voice memo?

I’d love to hear you say it.

SOFIA

In your dreams, Parker.

You are.

SOFIA

I meant for the studio.

Nothing else?

SOFIA

I said nothing lavish. The rest was unnecessary.

Necessities look different for everyone.

SOFIA

Can I go again tomorrow?

As many times as you need.

I send the last text in a rush, a thrill zinging through the tips of my fingers as I wait for the bubbles to appear. They appear and dissolve several times before my screen dims.

Fuck, I want to keep talking to her, but this is all I’m going to get tonight.

Hope flourishes in my chest as I re-read the message.

I’ll see her tomorrow, or today, which means in only a few hours, I’ll be able to breathe in her air again.

Tapping my screen once more, I hover over the keys, desperate to get the last word in—to be the last thing on her mind before she closes her eyes.