She answers the phone when he calls, out of habit.
And they talk. And they talk. Until he says to her, “I’ve been sitting here in the dark while I talked to you. And I know all the things I’m not supposed to be thinking, or feeling. But I also know my pants are off and my hand is around my cock, and I know, you didn’t do anything to make this happen, in fact I know you’ve done everything you can to prevent it from happening. You changed the subject, you made me laugh, you were even mean to me. But it didn’t work. I still only think about kissing you.”
She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t know what to say. She thinks about the way his face looks. Up close.