Ollie’s POV
Hugh suggests phone s*x, but when I admit I skipped dinner, he insists that I should eat instead.
“You have to keep your strength up,” he says. “The next time I see you, I’m going to put that endurance to the test.”
He’s talking about marathon s*x, which he seems to pride himself over. I blush, remembering how long he has gone in the past. I imagine he has been kind to me, and in reality he could actually go all night. He’s probably been working me up to that.
In which case, yeah, I should really keep my strength up.
“Go and eat,” he says, his voice firm when it’s usually teasing. He sounds like Conrad a little, when he talks like that. It’s easy to see how they are brothers. “I don’t want to hear any more about you skipping meals.”
“Okay,” I say.
After we hang up with e
