The low, lingering voice brushed against her ear, tugging at the edges of her heart.
Bonnie's fingers stilled for a moment. Perhaps it was because they were touching the rim of the coffee cup, but her fingertips felt warm.
She slowly drew her hand back, leaned into the office chair, and the corners of her lips curved without her realizing.
On the other end, Derek waited a long time without hearing her voice. His tone lifted slightly, teasing, "Hm? Say something, Bonnie."
Lowering her eyes, she pulled the stack of documents closer, pressing her lips together before finally answering after a pause: "…Oh."
A sudden low laugh spilled from him. "That's it?"
"That's it."
After a moment, he chuckled lazily, murmured an "alright," and didn't push her further. He was truly swamped, barely off the plane before being pulled straight into meetings. Even making this call was stolen time. After a few words to let her know he was safe, he hung up.
