I was your man, you were halfway around the world from me, honey, I'd fuckin' phone you," he said quietly.
"Niles is reserved," I whispered.
"Niles is an ass," he returned and my brows drew together.
"You don't know him."
"I know men, and I know he's not reserved, he's an ass."
I pulled my head together, my hand from his and snapped, "Yes? And how do you know that?"
"Because I've seen you naked, I've seen you sweet, I've seen you unsure and I've seen you riled and, seein' all that, I know, you were half a world away from me, I'd fuckin' phone."
"Perhaps that's not the kind of relationship Niles and I have," I suggested snottily, but his words hit me somewhere deep, somewhere I didn't know I had.
"You on a timeout?"
"What?"
"If you told me you needed a timeout, first, I wouldn't fuckin' let you have one, second, I wouldn't give you reason to fuckin' want one, last, you took off anyway, I'd fuckin' phone.
