Chapter 24
A week has passed since I got the medical supplies.
Jameson has messaged me several times, but we don’t talk for long.
I sense that he’s busy again, but I’m also not initiating much, since I’m still hiding from my feelings.
Or hormones. I’m not sure what it is exactly.
Maybe both. The fact that I still get very heated thinking about grinding on him, even though my ovulation period has passed, is very telling.
We were supposed to look at houses this past weekend, but something came up for him. He seemed bummed about it, so I spent my free Saturday at home in a comfy sweater, bingeing junk food and watching a movie. After I cleaned the house, of course.
Now it’s Tuesday, and I still have no clue who left the package. At the rate I’ve been eliminating suspects, it’s getting harder and harder not to rule out Jameson.
I don’t even know how to go about asking him if he did this. If it wasn’t him who sent it, that would be extremely awkward.
So, I decide to test the waters and send a simple: How’s it going?
As soon as I hit send, I want to take it back. I was straddling his lap two nights ago, but yeah, let’s go with a very lame, How’s it going?
His three little dots appear almost immediately.
Jameson: Good. Been thinking about you.
My stomach flutters instantly.
Carly: You have?
Jameson: Yes. I’d like to see you again. Soon.
Jameson: If you’re not too busy.
Carly: Well, we were going to look at that Aspen Ln property soon, right?
Jameson: Yeah. But, I mean besides that.
Carly: Oh.
Deep breaths. What am I doing? He hasn’t given me a single reason to not give him a chance yet. I’ve gone out with far worse guys. Guys who had red flags sticking out of their rears from the very first date. So why am I so hesitant with this one?
I’m an idiot.
I’m also being a chicken, because there’s this itching feeling telling me I’m not good enough. Telling me it’s too good to be true. I shove it down, because my desire to spend time with him again outweighs that feeling.
His dots pop up again, but I send another message before his arrives.
Carly: Yeah. I would love to.
His dots disappear, then appear again.
Jameson: Saturday again? It seems like that’s becoming our day.
If a person could actually melt, I’d be a puddle on the floor right now.
Carly: Saturday it is. Are you into beer at all?
Jameson: Sometimes. Why?
Carly: There’s a fall beer festival on Saturday…They do it every October.
Jameson: Sounds perfect.
Carly: It’s a huge deal. Basically Oktoberfest.
Jameson: I’ll let you know how it stacks up.
Carly: Of course you’ve been.
Jameson: Just once.
Carly: Once more than me.
Jameson: You would want to go to that?
Carly: No. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t travel much.
Jameson: Well, maybe one day.
Carly: Maybe.
Jameson: I’m going to be honest. I’m going for one thing and one thing only.
My heart flutters with the anticipation. Is he about to drop one of his perfectly smooth lines that leaves me speechless again?
Carly: And what is that?
Jameson: There’s got to be some pumpkin beer there somewhere.
I nearly spit out my drink. And I completely forget why I even reached out to him in the first place.
Carly: I’m sure we can find you some.
Jameson: See you Saturday.
The rest of my week is spent looking forward to the weekend, and I have a hard time focusing when Jess is at school. Fortunately, a few shifts at the restaurant and some homework for my class help pass the time.
But my mind keeps reminding me how it felt straddling his lap, with his hands all over me. And how badly I want to do that again.