Half an hour later, still wide awake, I get out of bed and retrieve my cell phone from my handbag on the dresser.
Snuggled back under the covers, I dial Brody’s number. He picks up on the first ring.
“If you’re calling for video of me stroking my c**k, I’m not sending it,” he says with a smile in his voice. “You’ve had enough of that, missy.”
“Not that I owe you an explanation, but just so you know, I deleted that.”
His voice turns apologetic. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I was only teasing. It’s none of my business what you did before we were together.”
We’re quiet for a minute, just breathing, until I say, “So we’re together. But not having s*x. And you can’t stand to be in the same room with me when I’m naked. It’s like we’re married!”
He exhalation is ragged. “You’re re
