Phone-sitting...

He tells you he'll call you some time, you both smile, say bye, and walk off.
That's when it starts, the annoying impulses to look at your phone every 5 to 10 seconds. The urge to always have your phone on hand, just in case. The desire to be alone in your room, free from noise and distraction, all ready and set for when he calls.
When he finally does call, it's an almost disappointment.

"Hey, thought I'd just call and say 'Hi'."
"That was nice of you, how are you?"
"Yea I'm cool. Listen hunny, I'm going to have to shoot off for a while, I'll call later."

The excitement that had risen from the pit of your stomach to your throat and made you jump up and down and fan yourself before answering the call only seconds ago, slowly gurgles back down your oesophagus into the gastric juices of your belly.
You waited all that time to talk to him, and you had so much to say, and you even planned how to say it all without coming on too strong... and he had to go. Obviously not his fault, but still, he had to go. And it happens time and time again.
A little cycle.

With circumstances like how they are, you're not able to meet up with him as often as you'd like, and so you're reduced to waiting by the phone for his call.
No, you're not a scab, you do call him, but he's a bit more busier than you and he insists he calls you cause he has a nifty business phone contract with a kajillion minutes.

Usually, he makes up for the disappointing phone calls during the day, by calling at night whilst he's unwinding for his bed-time. A conversation lasts between 20 minutes to 2 or 3 hours. You speak more than him, but then he starts telling you a bed time story and suddenly you find yourself mute. Only making barely audible noises to show that you're enjoying the creation of his imagination. After reaching the climax of the story (sometimes even before that!), you both start slurring your speech and talk utter nonsense to each other.
A "you smell" or "you're cute" will slip out , either form you or him, and then you know it's time to put the phone down. He says he'll call you in the morning, and a tiny bit of excitement starts to fizz already inside you. You sleep lightly that night, not wanting to miss his call in the morning.

One day, when you wake up at 5:46am to check your phone for any missed calls from him, you realise he's employed you on a voluntary basis for the position of the phone-sitter. What makes it weird is, it's your phone you have to "sit", not his, or a flashy company phone.

It's OK though, the non-financial benefits are good. Lots of cuddling, fondling and a whole lot of smooching. Best of all, he makes you feel special. It's all good.