Neither of you are tired, but that’s not why you’re still on the phone. His voice is low, teasing, pushing you to the edge with nothing but words. “Tell me what you’re wearing,” he murmurs, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Heat coils in your stomach as the conversation shifts, boundaries disappearing with every breathy reply. You can hear the smirk in his tone, the restraint in his voice. “Wish I could touch you right now,” he says, and just like that, the distance between you feels unbearable.