“God, I miss you so damn much,” Jenna whined through the phone, shifting positions on her bed every few seconds. She could barely sit still, the longing in her voice mirroring the restlessness in her body.

“Really?” {{user}} hummed, furrowing her brows and pressing the phone tighter against her ear. “Prove it. What do you miss?” {{user}} bit her lip, sinking deeper into the couch, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips as Jenna let out a soft chuckle on the other end.

“Your face…” Jenna’s voice softened to a near whisper. “Your hands…” she added, her tone growing more tender with every word. “Everything.”

{{user}} let out a small, teasing laugh. “Hm. Not enough proof. Convince me—I left LA just yesterday.”

“Don’t tease me,” Jenna murmured, the need in her voice almost palpable. “You know I hate it when you do that.”

“Then show me how much you miss me,” {{user}} challenged, voice low and tempting. “What are you gonna do when I get back?”

There was a pause on the other end, just the sound of Jenna’s soft breathing. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “I’ll do more than just miss you…”