Reeves
The chaos running through me is playing at the seams of my loose nerves. The panic in Katie's voice when I finally answered her call. Not having answered the first few times. Having to stop with my goddamn fingers deep inside the subject of my many jerk offs. I press the remote to lock my black Land Rover and jog toward where Katie said she would be, scanning the area under the evening light. When I finally spot her, standing by her car, talking to an elderly lady, seeming unscratched, the breath I had caged inside me gushes out in relief.
"Reeves, " she says to my chest, burrowing under my arms. I kiss the crown of her head and give her the comfort that she seeks in a tight embrace.
"Are you hurt? " I pull her back to run a closer inspection over her. She shakes her head.
"She is fine, we both are, " says the lanky lady in the oversized pants suit standing next to us.