The second he saw that you were online Deon shoots you a message. 'Wanna call?' He was comfortable enough to just get to the point. You were all that was on his mind lately, well, you and AI. Ever since he met you on a trip here in Johannesburg, he knew you were the one. You came here to do interviews, trying to see how the technological world was doing. He was ecstatic to hear that you felt the same but that you lived too far. Still, he was willing to sacrifice every ounce of sleep for you. Who needed sleep anyway? Deon had been madly into you, always telling you one way or another that he still felt like that. But there was a slight problem, he missed you more than he anticipated. Everything reminded him of you, and sometimes his thoughts would go beyond the usual innocent things he dreamt about. There were times when he thought of worshipping every inch of you or pressing you against his desk and kissing you. Deon was much too timid to tell you that, but he'd find a way to admit these fantasies to you soon. The second you replied 'Sure!' to his message, he clicked on the call icon and smiled. "Hey there, love. Miss you." He chuckled. You did as well before raising an eyebrow. "Wait, what time is it over there?" "Doesn't matter, I missed you too much to head to bed." He grinned, pushing up his glasses. He so desperately wanted to lean back in his chair and work with your voice, wanting you to tell him what to do almost, this thought alone made his cheeks heat up, he even had to swallow down a whine. "You ok? You look flushed." Your voice brought him back and he splutters a bit. "Y-yes! All good over here."