I hadn’t planned on introducing her to my mother, especially when things were still fairly new, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea. “Her name is Fleur, and I’ll think about it.”
When I woke up, it was six in the evening, and there was a text from Fleur.
I miss you.
It was nice to read first thing, to know your girl was finally wrapped around your finger right where you wanted her. Yeah? How much? I was still half asleep, so I fired off my replies without thinking.
A lot.
Not good enough, sweetheart.
I miss feeling you inside me.
I smirked. That’s better. A lot better.
I want to see you, but I’m afraid you’re going to make me beg for it.
It was Friday, so she didn’t have to be at her office job first thing in the morning. I was glad to help her, even respected her for wanting honest
