#Chapter 44 Osborn's body
When my phone rang fifteen minutes later, I dove for it, thinking it was Evan. It wasn't. Even so, I was pleased to recognize the voice on the other end of the line.
"Whoa. That was the most enthusiastic hello I've gotten in ages. I don't even get that kind of greeting from my girlfriends."
I sighed and lay back in my bed. "Girlfriends plural? You're such a player, Peelle."
"Yeah, well, some of us need some extra love. Speaking of which... I guess I missed out on a lot since I've been stationed in Dark Moon, huh? I already knew you and Evan were getting it on, but I thought..."
"Getting it on! That sounds so lame."
"Am I wrong? Come on, I saw the way he looked at you. And he's touching you and holding your hand and babying you..."
"Shh! It's... none of your business anyway." I grabbed my pillow and flopped a pillow over my face, mortified. I was smiling, though, and Peelle clucked his tongue at me, all too aware of the mushy mess I was becoming.
