The Carrero Effect
“Daniel’s giving me the evil eye, so I better go … Go to sleep, I’m going to get a late dinner. I hate airplane food … Then I’ll be in bed dreaming of you soon enough and pretend like you’re actually here.”
“I love you,” I whisper sadly, not wanting him to hang up. Aching for him to be in the bed beside me so I can trace that flawless face and snuggle in close.
“I love you way more,” he soothes with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Sweet dreams, bambino, dream of a big hunky Italian with a naughty streak stripping you naked.”
“Most definitely!” I grin, my inner body heating for his touch.
“Goodnight, girlfriend.” He adds sweetly.
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