The Book Boyfriend

Seventeen.

Leaving Beau again was hard, each time I was starting to miss him more. The trip had only ended up having a small amount of work involved and while getting me to LA had been Beau's idea, De Lucca wanted John to take a break too. He didn't miss much and that was why he was so successful and admired within the industry.

We ended up getting home Friday night and I already knew Jess was going to be out thanks to the message I blasted her with yesterday. It wasn't only about packing all the lingerie I thought I had left behind. That wouldn't have been so bad, but there was also the box of condoms too.

I was surprised by how she had made an effort to clean the house and also that all the dead roses had been picked out of the bouquets so they were still looking fresh.

It was nice being back in my own bed, although it was lonely without Beau. With no Jess home, it wasn't just my bed that felt empty. The whole house did and I missed him even more.

How did he become such a big part of my life?

I was reminded again of Amelia and Brock. She always said Brock consumed her, comparing him to a drug was a good analogy and I was starting to find myself feeling the same way for Beau. I never understood how you could be hungry for a kiss or crave a touch and even thinking about it now had an ache forming in the pit of my stomach. Better yet, thinking about our showers together had my cheeks flushing and my heart racing.

How did I go this long without dating, without experiencing any of that?

"Hey Angel, is everything ok?"

"It's late, I'm sorry. I'll let you go to bed."

I rested the phone in the curve of my neck, happy just to hear his voice.

"I'm not in bed; we're just working on some new stuff in Seth's studio. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Yes"

I should have be asleep; instead I was getting myself excited just thinking about him, which was not helped by how sexy he sounded on the phone.

"But, you're not?"

"No."

"Are you sure you're ok? You sound a little off."

I wasn't ok and taking a deep breath, I made a quick prayer to those sex gods Jess is always rambling about and answered him.

"I'm wearing that black lingerie" I wanted to sound sexy, but I think it came out desperate and I cringed at the silence, slapping my hand over my eyes I should just hang up.

"Oh really, with that matching little thong? Wish I could see it."

"If only you were here right now."

"Why what would you do?"

I froze.

What would I do? He was going with this, easier than I thought he would. Was actually going to do it?

"Um, are you like with the guys?" The fact he said he was with them at Seth's floated up the surface of my hazy brain. If they heard a second of that, I'd die.

"No Angel, Noah is out getting pizza and the other two are taking a break and going for a swim. They won't hear you, promise."

I sighed; thankful I still had an inch of dignity left.

"So what would you be doing if I was there?"

I don't know how he did it, lowering his voice so it was like we were already in bed. Certain my words would be safe, my desire flared back up.