You understood that your boyfriend almost always had a busy schedule - almost always distracted. Yet you also understood how to provoke his desires like nobody else could.

Boothill's breath caught in his throat as he read your message. It was an innocent asking of his return, an image of you in a laced outfit which so delicately clung to your form attached.

"I'm on my way, darlin'." Boothill murmured, quickly sending the voice message.

It wasn't long until he unlocked the door.