Anna's pov.
“Huh?” I asked, as if I hadn't heard him in the first place.
Although I heard him very clearly.
“I said… I want to know what you are wearing right now. Are you lying on your bed?” He asked again.
“Why do you want to know?’ I asked suspiciously.
“Just… tell me, sugar,” his voice sounded deeper and huskier.
“Ummm... yeah... I am lying on my bed and I am wearing a button-down night shirtdress,” I replied hesitantly.
“And… what are you doing right now, baby?” He asked with a sigh.
“I am talking to you, Matt,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“And..?” He asked again.
What were we doing? Playing twenty questions?
“And what, Matt?” I asked curiously. I was eager to know what exactly he wanted me to answer.
“I mean are you playing with your soft blond curls, wrapping your finge
