still won’t be alone. So maybe I’m not that affable.”
The way his eyes blazed and fingers tightened on my wrists would have told me he meant his words, even if his tone hadn’t. He didn’t look affable at that moment. He looked unmovable.
It was a good thing then, I decided, that I didn’t want him to go anywhere.
A t five, Kale left so I could get ready for work. He said he had work the next morning so he probably couldn’t by come after, but he’d call me after my class the next day. He made me promise to keep the replacement phone near me and call if anything happened. As he shoved my other phone into his pocket, he gave me a quick kiss that left us both breathless and me wishing I could call out of work and stay with him.
After my shift, within ten minutes of getting home, the cell rang and my heart gave one solid, painful thump before I remembered no one had the number (I hadn’t even thought to check it myself). When I glanced down at the display, I laughed when I read the contact name: It’s Only Kale. Just seeing his name calmed my nerves and had my insides melting. He talked to me for an hour, about everything and anything. Things that made sense and even more that didn’t. For ten minutes, he talked in this obviously fake sexy accent, saying the least sexy things possible, and had me laughing until my eyes watered.
It was one of the weirdest and best phone calls I’d ever had.
When I woke the next morning, I realized I’d slept better than I had in two weeks. I woke to thoughts of Kale. I woke smiling, eager to attack the day, eager to see him, to touch him.
I checked the phone after my shower and grinned when I saw Kale had left a text message. The grin widened when I read it.
Did u wake up with bed-head? Bet u did. Bet it looks sexy.
I typed a quick reply. Already showered, so I guess you’ll never know.
A few minutes later, the phone beeped with a new message. Looking for a job as towel boy. U hiring?
Grinning, I typed my reply. Position closed for the day. Try again later.
I will. Tomorrow, and the next day and the day after that. Consider my applications sent in for the next month. Will also work for free. I’ll inquire again in person.
Just like that, with the silliest messages ever, my day was perfect.
My morning class flew by and crawled at the same time. Work was the same, with the added benefit of no Earl sightings. When my shift ended, Kale met me outside, wearing a sexy smile and his leather jacket. He had work the next day, so he only stayed long enough to walk me home. And like the day before, he left me with a kiss that had me wanting more.
The next few days were a repeat of that day, down to him walking me home and the text in the morning. I went to sleep smiling and woke up smiling. I went to sleep relaxed and woke up relaxed. It was nice.
Every night when he walked me home, I wanted to invite him in. I wanted him to stay the night with me. But I could never get the words out. Things were perfect as they were and I was scared to change a thing. Sex changed things, didn’t it? Especially when it mattered. When he mattered. Right now, there were no strings between us, no expectations, no commitments.
So why did I want strings? Why did I want those expectations and commitments?
Those questions kept me from inviting him in, because I didn’t think I could sleep with Kale and keep things the way they were. I didn’t think I could keep things casual. Sex with Kale would change things and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
Not yet.
“Hey.”
The voice shook me from my thoughts. A smile started to form on my lips, but then it slipped. Not Kale. “What can I get you?” I asked, trying to keep the disappointment from my tone.
As the guy rattled off his order, my gaze went to the clock. Twenty minutes. I just had to last twenty minutes and then I’d see him.
The longest eighteen minutes of my life ticked by and I cursed whatever force of nature made clocks
The way his eyes blazed and fingers tightened on my wrists would have told me he meant his words, even if his tone hadn’t. He didn’t look affable at that moment. He looked unmovable.
It was a good thing then, I decided, that I didn’t want him to go anywhere.
A t five, Kale left so I could get ready for work. He said he had work the next morning so he probably couldn’t by come after, but he’d call me after my class the next day. He made me promise to keep the replacement phone near me and call if anything happened. As he shoved my other phone into his pocket, he gave me a quick kiss that left us both breathless and me wishing I could call out of work and stay with him.
After my shift, within ten minutes of getting home, the cell rang and my heart gave one solid, painful thump before I remembered no one had the number (I hadn’t even thought to check it myself). When I glanced down at the display, I laughed when I read the contact name: It’s Only Kale. Just seeing his name calmed my nerves and had my insides melting. He talked to me for an hour, about everything and anything. Things that made sense and even more that didn’t. For ten minutes, he talked in this obviously fake sexy accent, saying the least sexy things possible, and had me laughing until my eyes watered.
It was one of the weirdest and best phone calls I’d ever had.
When I woke the next morning, I realized I’d slept better than I had in two weeks. I woke to thoughts of Kale. I woke smiling, eager to attack the day, eager to see him, to touch him.
I checked the phone after my shower and grinned when I saw Kale had left a text message. The grin widened when I read it.
Did u wake up with bed-head? Bet u did. Bet it looks sexy.
I typed a quick reply. Already showered, so I guess you’ll never know.
A few minutes later, the phone beeped with a new message. Looking for a job as towel boy. U hiring?
Grinning, I typed my reply. Position closed for the day. Try again later.
I will. Tomorrow, and the next day and the day after that. Consider my applications sent in for the next month. Will also work for free. I’ll inquire again in person.
Just like that, with the silliest messages ever, my day was perfect.
My morning class flew by and crawled at the same time. Work was the same, with the added benefit of no Earl sightings. When my shift ended, Kale met me outside, wearing a sexy smile and his leather jacket. He had work the next day, so he only stayed long enough to walk me home. And like the day before, he left me with a kiss that had me wanting more.
The next few days were a repeat of that day, down to him walking me home and the text in the morning. I went to sleep smiling and woke up smiling. I went to sleep relaxed and woke up relaxed. It was nice.
Every night when he walked me home, I wanted to invite him in. I wanted him to stay the night with me. But I could never get the words out. Things were perfect as they were and I was scared to change a thing. Sex changed things, didn’t it? Especially when it mattered. When he mattered. Right now, there were no strings between us, no expectations, no commitments.
So why did I want strings? Why did I want those expectations and commitments?
Those questions kept me from inviting him in, because I didn’t think I could sleep with Kale and keep things the way they were. I didn’t think I could keep things casual. Sex with Kale would change things and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
Not yet.
“Hey.”
The voice shook me from my thoughts. A smile started to form on my lips, but then it slipped. Not Kale. “What can I get you?” I asked, trying to keep the disappointment from my tone.
As the guy rattled off his order, my gaze went to the clock. Twenty minutes. I just had to last twenty minutes and then I’d see him.
The longest eighteen minutes of my life ticked by and I cursed whatever force of nature made clocks
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