O'CONNELL'S LOVER

Fourteen

I groggily open my eyes as sunlight streaming through my window wakes me up. I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to shake off the sleepiness. It's a new day, and I have a few hours to myself before I have to head out to meet up with Gio and King again. It's been 6 weeks.

I had been poring over designs and sketches all night, fueled by caffeine and determination. Billie's world tour was a big deal, and it was up to me to make sure she looked absolutely flawless on stage.

As I looked over my designs, my mind kept drifting to Billie. I wondered what she was doing. Was she working on a new song? Eating, maybe? I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. I can't afford to be distracted. I can but let's just pretend I can't.

I ran my hands over the fabric, imagining how it would look on Billie's body as she moved on stage. I could picture the crowds of screaming fans, the bright lights, and the adrenaline rush that comes with a live show. It was all so exciting and intimidating at the same time.

But despite the pressure, I was excited to be designing for Billie. She had such a unique style and energy that I wanted to capture in her outfits. I wanted to make sure she looked and felt like a superstar every single night.

However, the more I thought about Billie,  the more I missed her. I missed her touch, her voice, her laugh. I missed her presence and the warmth of her body next to mine. I had been so consumed with work lately, I hadn't seen her in days.

I sighed, setting down my sketches and closing my laptop. I couldn't deny it any longer. I needed to see her. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, my heart beating a little faster in anticipation.

The phone rang a few times before Billie's familiar voice filled my ear, a hint of tiredness in her tone. "Hey, babe. Everything okay?"

I felt a small burst of satisfaction at the sound of her voice. "Hey, yeah, everything's fine," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just...I missed hearing your voice. I've been so caught up in working on your tour designs that I haven't seen you in ages."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost picture the smile on Billie's face. "I was just thinking the same thing," she said, her voice soft. "I know you've been working hard, but I've really missed you. The bed feels so empty without you in it."

Heat rose to my cheeks at her words, a mixture of arousal and affection flooding my body. "Don't you tempt me," I replied, a hint of playful scolding in my tone. "You know I have work to do."

"Oh, I know," Billie said, her voice taking on a more sultry tone. "But can you blame me for wanting to feel you next to me again? I miss your touch, your taste..."

My mouth went dry as her words sent a shock of desire through me. I closed my eyes, imagining her body pressed against mine, her skin soft and warm. "Billie..." I began, my voice slightly strangled.

She chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. "You sound a bit winded there," she teased. "Are you sure you're just missing me, or is there something else you're missing too?"

I hung up quickly, my heart racing. Damn, Billie really knew how to get me all flustered and wanting more. But I couldn't afford to get distracted now. I had work to do.

Just when I thought I could get back to my work, my phone started ringing with a FaceTime request from Billie. I hesitated for a moment, trying to compose myself before accepting the call.

As I answered the call, I was immediately greeted by the sight of Billie's beautiful face on my screen. She was wearing no makeup, her hair tied back in a messy bun, but she still managed to look effortlessly stunning.

"Hey there, beautiful," Billie said, her lips curving into a soft smile. "I just wanted to see my favorite designer in action. Don't mind me, I'll just be enjoying the view."I couldn't help but laugh at her cheesy line, feeling my earlier tension melt away. "You're such a dweeb sometimes, you know that?" I teased, rolling my eyes playfully.

"Hey, I'm just being honest," Billie replied, forcing innocence. "You're damn sexy when you're in work mode. It's like you're in your own little world, completely focused and brilliant." I roll my eyes and work.

Billie leaned back in her bed, a smile on her face as she watched me work. Every so often, she would offer a compliment or ask a question about the designs, but mostly she just sat in silence, admiring my focus and concentration.

Bil: so pretty

Lima:...