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the same time zone tonight, which makes me feel guilty for calling him at such a late hour.  For the last few away games, he was on the West Coast, which made it several hours earlier for him.  I send him a quick text to let him know I’m home and in for the night.  He sends back a simple, luv u , and I click off the phone.
    I set the phone on the bedside table and grab my Kindle. The room is dark save for the little cone of light glowing from my device, illuminating the impassioned prose of Nicholas Sparks. Every few minutes I pick up the glass on the table, take a deep whiff of the burnished, potent, amber liqueur within and then let a teaspoonful or so trickle down my throat, savoring the little glow it spreads throughout my body. Everything I worry about – managing a new business, being separated from my fiancé, and planning my dream wedding – is outside that bright little cone. 
    It’s easy to get lost in the fictional world Sparks paints so vividly.  As the new lovers Miles and Sarah share their first kiss, I’m reminded of how much I miss Evan.  The bed is too large and empty without him.  I’m no closer to sleep than I was an hour ago, and now I’m wishing Evan was here beside me.
    I turn off the Kindle, take the last sip of maple whiskey, and climb beneath the sheets.  I close my eyes, and there he is.  I can hear his voice and feel his lips.  He is everywhere I look.  I grab his pillow, wrapping my arms around it and holding it close to my body.  I inhale deeply and his clean, masculine scent invades my senses, awakening my burgeoning desire to be near him.
    Whether it’s the effects of the alcohol, my thoroughly romantic musings, or the soft, delicate touch of the plush terrycloth against my clean, naked skin, I cannot deny the carnal urges sweeping through my body.  Throwing judgment out the window, I grab my phone to call him, the need to hear his voice too strong to ignore.
    The phone rings several times, and I am about to hang up when he answers.  “Hello?” he says, his voice sounding cracked and rough. I know I must have awakened him from a good sleep.
    “Hey baby,” I say softly.
    He doesn’t say anything for a moment, then I hear him clear his throat and say, “Hey, you. What time is it? Is everything all right?”
    “Everything is fine. I just wanted to hear your voice.”  I hesitate before going on. “I think you’ve ruined me, Chief.  I can't sleep without you.”  In a whisper I add, “Don’t be mad.”
    “I could never be mad at you for missing me,” he tells me.  “I miss you every minute we’re apart.  When I close my eyes, I’m somewhere with you.  Holding you, kissing you, loving you.”
    As I listen to his deep, husky voice, I feel a deep longing and thirst for him that cannot be quenched.  I can actually feel my breasts growing heavy and firm, forming tight peaks that graze the soft fabric of the robe.  Instinctively I reach up to adjust the fabric, and as I do I feel a tightening in my core the moment my hand touches my sensitive skin.  I gasp with surprise.
    “What happened?  Are you okay?” Evan asks.  I can hear him rustling around in his bed and I imagine him lying there naked with a tiny piece of fabric barely covering him.  I picture his beautifully chiseled muscles tracing a path down his glorious chest, leading me directly to the sexy V-cut of his trim waist. 
    My breasts ache for his touch, so I try to relieve the building pressure by pinching and rolling my nipples between my fingers, imagining Evan’s mouth on me.  “Mm-hmm,” I hum, enjoying my fantasy. 
    I hear his quick intake of breath and wonder for a moment how closely the images in his head mingle with mine.  "So tell me, Juliette.  If I was home, what would we be doing right now?” he asks devilishly.
    I smile at his words.  This is why I called, what I wanted when I dialed his number.  I close my eyes and let the scene form in my mind. “You would be kissing