My heart beat increases as your breath grows stronger in my ear. I envy your burning passion, unhindered by shame. The wet, rapid rubbing motion of your fingers flows over me like a lover’s touch. Again I fail to resist. 

For a heartbeat, my fingers linger over the rough denim of my shorts.

Did you hear that button pop? Or is my need so evident? I may never know, but I sense your satisfied smirk. Mixing with your heated cocktail of passion, it resonates over the phone. I swallow my shame, knowing that you know you've won again.