Laying in bed, lit only by the city lights from outside his window and the bright screen of his phone before him, Preston grinned as the texts from Addison came pinging in.  He was getting the hang of this, he thought, or at least was doing better than he had earlier.  Granted, a good part of that was that this was not a face to face conversation where he had to react immediately.<br/><br/>Pondering his phone as the texts came in, Preston could not help but wonder what Addison was doing just then.  Was she lying in bed, thinking about him when she texted?  What was she wearing?  He doubted it was something sexy as opposed to something comfortable, but he bet it looked good anyway.  Not wanting to pause too long, he finally just sent his first reaction to her question.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">You worked pretty hard to make sure I thought about that, as well as some others things, didn’t you?</span>​</div><br/>Pleased with turning the tables and asking a question of his own, Preston blinked when the next text came in and it took him a little bit to decipher what she meant by ‘JO’d’.   Had she told him to go rub one out?  No, she had wanted a dick pic, and as he hardened under his sheets thinking about her “taking care of it” for him, he was almost tempted to send her one.<br/><br/>Resisting that temptation was not easy, which was probably why he didn’t really think overly much about his response.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I will definitely have to remember that.  With this new assignment, there will be a lot more meetings and responsibilities, so I will likely get nervous a LOT.</span>​</div>