Chapter 25
Jameson: Can’t wait for Saturday.
Flutters. Butterflies. Somersaults. How will I ever feel normal around him? Everything he says excites me like it’s my first crush all over again. Jameson is no Kyle Clemmens from sixth grade, though. He’s so much better.
He's messaged me every day this week—short conversations here and there. I can tell he’s still busy, but he’s making sure to check in.
As if I could forget him.
His voice is thick and smooth like honey and his smell is even more enticing.
I replay his words in my head, and it keeps me awake late into the night sometimes.
I imagine how his hands felt on me…how that hard bit of him I was grinding against seemed to go on…
and on. I imagine pulling it out of his jeans and straddling it while he breathes filthy things into my ear…
But that’s not all I’ve done this week. I did some sleuthing and found the friend from the old article on social media.
It was very light sleuthing, to be honest. I typed her name in, and she was quite easy to find. I should have tried it weeks ago, but I’ve been a little preoccupied.
Carly: Same. Oh, by the way, I found Dorothy. She still lives here.
Jameson: Wow. Good job. What do you want to do?
Carly: I kind of want to message her. See if she’ll talk to us.
Jameson: Obviously I’m going with you if she wants to meet in person.
Carly: Obviously. We’re in this together. Bonnie and Clyde.
Jameson: Bonnie and Clyde were criminals. We’re the opposite of that.
Carly: I know. It just sounded cool.
Jameson: Jameson and Carly. Solving one old mystery at a time.
Carly: Do you actually think we could solve this? We have like…nothing to go on.
Jameson: I don’t know. I just have a feeling. I think we’ll make a great team.
There they are again. In my belly and traveling lower. I’m such a sucker.