“I’m calling because that’s what women expect men to do. You expect us to call at least once a day, proving we’re capable of thinking of nothing but you when we’re not. We’re thinking of work.”
Abby smiled to herself,[...] “So you’re calling me to tell me you’re not thinking about me?”
His voice changed when he replied. It got that deeper, throatier, sexier that she was beginning to like way too much.
“You? No. Your ass, your smile, your hair and that fucking kiss this morning? Yes.”