Free Beautiful Dream by Paige Laurens

you’re drunk enough so I can say some things I really want to say,” he sends a chill up my spine. “But a word of warning, dear Guinevere , what I have to say won’t be very friendly .”
    “Not tonight then,” I croak. “I’m not planning on getting that drunk.”
    “Ouch,” he laughs, and the line goes silent once more.
    “I guess I did miss your laugh too,” I confess.
    “I know the feeling,” he agrees, before pausing. “You know, I kept that stupid board game. It’s still in my office.”
    “Ha! We never did finish our last game.”
    “There’s a lot we haven’t finished.”
    “That’s… bold ,” I swallow another big sip, letting it burn as it goes down.
    “It’s the truth,” he sighs. “Wow! You must be half in the bag for not jumping down my throat tonight. I’m trying all my best lines here, and you aren’t even threatening to hang up!”
    I look at the bottle, and it’s already almost halfway gone. Shit, I need to dump the rest or I’ll never get to class in the morning.
    “Luci?” His voice is panicked when I don’t answer.
    “I’m here,” I laugh. “Sorry.”
    “Yeah, you’re definitely buzzed.”
    I laugh again loudly, placing the bottle and cup on my desk before crawling into bed. I press the phone tightly against my ear as I pull the covers over me. The cool pillow feels good against my warm cheek, and I close my eyes, listening to his breathing.
    “Bold,” I tell him.
    “What?” He chuckles.
    “Bold. You were bold for coming here yesterday,” I sigh. “I like it when you’re bold.”
    “I’m going to be upfront right now,” he chuckles again, and I can picture his smile, so sexy and wide as it travels all the way to his eyes, “and let you know that I’m going to take advantage of this to the fullest.”
    I close my eyes and hold onto my picture of his face. We’re quiet until his deep voice seductively whispers. “So what are you wearing?”
    “Really?” I giggle. “I’m tipsy, not stupid.” I smile up at nothing, at myself, at him, at his defeated sigh as it echoes loudly into the phone.
    “It doesn’t matter, naked or clothed, you’re hot either way.”
    “Debatable,” I giggle.
    “You looked so hot yesterday,” he confesses. “Every time I see you, it’s difficult to stay away.”
    “Nothing.” I suddenly answer his first question, my voice deep. “I’m not wearing anything.”
    “Don’t tease me,” his voice is throaty and I giggle again.
    “Keep laughing,” he whispers, his voice strained.
    “Oh my god,” I throw my head back on the pillow, amused. “What are you doing?”
    “What do you think I’m doing?” He exhales deeply, taking my silence as an answer. “Yes,” he admits.
    “Shit,” my jaw drops.
    “Yeah,” he breathes out a moan. “I won't tell if you don't.”
    I laugh a breathy sound, and he moans again wildly. “Am I crazy?”
    “Yes!” I answer excitedly.
    “Do you want me to stop? I can call you right back, or we can just talk tomorrow or something.”
    “No!” I shout a little too enthusiastically. “No,” I repeat, lower this time. “But you have to let me hear you.”
    “Still so kinky,” His joy is unmistakable. “Still so much trouble.”
    “And this doesn't change anything,” I add.
    “Okay,” he laughs. “You hear me. Nothing changes. Got it.”
    The line goes quiet, except for rustling and heavy breathing.
    “What are you thinking about?” I whisper.
    “You,” he grunts. “Always you.”
    “What about me?”
    “Fuck, Luci,” he groans, and the sound of him doing so directly in my ear, brings back wonderful memories. “What not about you. Everything .”
    I smile, a true, genuine smile.
    “Uhhhh!” He moans, and that’s it, I’m soaked. I close my eyes and let myself pretend the bad things never happened. I enjoy listening to his sounds, the movement of his hand, and his heavy, labored breaths.
    “Lately, I’ve been thinking about seeing you again. Every encounter