Save Me

Chapter Three

That was when I heard my phone buzzing faintly in my jeans, piled up with the rest of my discarded clothes at the bottom of the bed. I raked for it and stared at the name that flashed repeatedly.

Hedley Haynes.

By instinct, I sat and stared at the screen as it rang, waiting for it to nearly hit voicemail, and just as I did, I finally answered.

"Hello?" I started, clearing my throat.

"You never called," he said, sounding half pleased with himself, probably because he'd managed to build up the energy to call me. I was surprised that he made the first move. Everything Hedley did made me think about his motives, about what he was getting out of it, why he was doing it. Maybe I was just working myself too hard with him. Maybe he just actually wanted to talk to me.

"I was going to," I lied.

In truth, I hadn't made up my mind about what to do with Hedley yet. How to go forward with him, what it was that I wanted from him. I just hadn't put too much thought into it, because if I did, I knew I'd ruin it for myself, and I didn't want to do that. I was enjoying what we had. I don't think I wanted it to change, whether into something more or something less. I was happy with it, and being happy with something for the first time in a while felt good. Scary, but good. Changing it would only fuck it up.

"Lies," he laughed. "Well, whatever. I couldn't be arsed to stick to those rules. I don't like sitting and staring at my phone, waiting for people to call me. I'm impatient, so here I am. Calling first."

"Well, what do you want then?"

"Just a chat, you loser. Does anyone actually call you to chat?"

"No one calls anyone anymore, they text." I was putting on my socks as he said it, holding the phone against my shoulder as I did.

"Well, I like actually talking. Texting is so impersonal, what if I wanted to hear your voice?"

"Well, you've heard it."

"So what are you wearing?"

"I knew you didn't just call to chat," I smiled.

"My bad, sorry."

"I love phone sex," I replied excitedly.

"I could tell. Answer, then."

"Well, just finished fucking, so I'm naked."

I couldn't tell if he'd already figured out that I slept around. I mean, I was never secretive about it, and we certainly weren't official, so I decided just to let him know. I liked making my fucks jealous, sometimes, but I doubt Hedley would actually take the bait. Too clever. Even if he was jealous, I doubt he'd let me catch a whiff of it.

"Was he fit?"

"Not really," I answered honestly. "More the cute type. Shy. You know, blond and nerdy, begging to be dominated."

"Kinda like me."

"You don't beg, you demand."

"So was he better than me?" he asked. I could hear the smile in the way he spoke, and I could tell that he was poking at the story.

"Nah, but he was a wild monster in bed."

"Top or bottom?"

I chuckled. "I never bottom, so take a wild guess."

"Okay, you were top, as always. But never say never," he answered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I switched my phone to the other ear. "You want to top me?"