I’m sorry about the way our date ended. I didn’t mean to leave so abruptly.
I press send and hope for a reply. It only takes a minute before my incoming message notification goes off.
It’s ok. I had a great time with you.
I’m shocked by her answer, I expected to read the opposite.
If you agree to go out with me again, I promise to make it up to you.
I type the message and wait to see what she says. When her answer comes in, I read it and it makes me smile.
Of course I’ll go out with you again. Call me tomorrow.
Janny is even sweeter than I imagined if she’s willing to give me another chance this early in the game. Thank God she has such a forgiving nature.
I will. Goodnight.
With the dawn of a new day comes a new sense of purpose, as I resolve to do a better job of keeping a tighter lid on the darkest parts of me. I can’t scare Janny off before she gets to know me and if I act like a moody prick, that’s what’s going to happen.
I sit down behind my desk to go over my notes on the Moore case and also read the report Ben sent me. He went over Bryan’s financials with a fine tooth comb and didn’t find any red flags. No large deposits had been added to his personal bank accounts, only some international banking, which he’ll be looking into. I just hope, for Janny’s sake there isn’t more to Bryan than meets the eye.
I called Janny on my lunch break and asked her to come to dinner tonight at my place. She agreed and now I’m nervous as hell. I don’t want to make a wrong move with her and I feel like after last night I’ve already used up my one get out of jail free card. Any more fuck ups and it will be over before we’ve even started.
I spent the rest of my afternoon booking new clients and cleaning up my place. My two-bedroom condo is in an old red brick building, which was converted in the late nineties. There are twelve large, open floor plan units with exposed beams and open ductwork. I’ve been here for two years and only know my neighbors well enough to wave hello in passing, which is how I prefer it. I love how this building was originally built in the mid-eighteen hundreds and used as a factory where rifles were fabricated. I probably appreciate this fact more than most due to my law enforcement background.
Janny knocks on my door right at seven o’clock. As I walk in that direction, I wipe my damp palms on my jeans and take a final glimpse around to make sure everything looks as it should. The minute my hand closes around the cold steel of the knob my nerves fade away as excitement races through my veins. I pull the door open and a slow smile lifts my lips as I see her. She has on jeans with a Boston University hoodie and her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks adorable.
“Hi,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside my condo. Once the door is shut, her back’s against it and my lips are on hers. I’m amazed at the softness of her cheeks under my palms when I cup her face and continue to gently move my lips over hers. I’m trying to keep this moment innocent, only soft lingering kisses, but she’s making these breathy little sounds, driving me crazy and testing my fucking resolve. When I lift my mouth from hers, her lips cling to mine as though she’s not ready for our kiss to end. My hands remain cupping her cheeks while I gaze down at her captivating flushed face.
“Hi,” I say again and we both start to laugh.
“Hi,” she answers me, gifting me with the most dazzling smile. Her natural beauty literally steals my breath from me.
“Did you run into any problems finding my place?” I ask. I let my hands fall from her cheeks to her shoulders, gently caressing over them to slide down to hold her hands.
“No, not at all. You actually live closer to me than I realized.”
I
I press send and hope for a reply. It only takes a minute before my incoming message notification goes off.
It’s ok. I had a great time with you.
I’m shocked by her answer, I expected to read the opposite.
If you agree to go out with me again, I promise to make it up to you.
I type the message and wait to see what she says. When her answer comes in, I read it and it makes me smile.
Of course I’ll go out with you again. Call me tomorrow.
Janny is even sweeter than I imagined if she’s willing to give me another chance this early in the game. Thank God she has such a forgiving nature.
I will. Goodnight.
With the dawn of a new day comes a new sense of purpose, as I resolve to do a better job of keeping a tighter lid on the darkest parts of me. I can’t scare Janny off before she gets to know me and if I act like a moody prick, that’s what’s going to happen.
I sit down behind my desk to go over my notes on the Moore case and also read the report Ben sent me. He went over Bryan’s financials with a fine tooth comb and didn’t find any red flags. No large deposits had been added to his personal bank accounts, only some international banking, which he’ll be looking into. I just hope, for Janny’s sake there isn’t more to Bryan than meets the eye.
I called Janny on my lunch break and asked her to come to dinner tonight at my place. She agreed and now I’m nervous as hell. I don’t want to make a wrong move with her and I feel like after last night I’ve already used up my one get out of jail free card. Any more fuck ups and it will be over before we’ve even started.
I spent the rest of my afternoon booking new clients and cleaning up my place. My two-bedroom condo is in an old red brick building, which was converted in the late nineties. There are twelve large, open floor plan units with exposed beams and open ductwork. I’ve been here for two years and only know my neighbors well enough to wave hello in passing, which is how I prefer it. I love how this building was originally built in the mid-eighteen hundreds and used as a factory where rifles were fabricated. I probably appreciate this fact more than most due to my law enforcement background.
Janny knocks on my door right at seven o’clock. As I walk in that direction, I wipe my damp palms on my jeans and take a final glimpse around to make sure everything looks as it should. The minute my hand closes around the cold steel of the knob my nerves fade away as excitement races through my veins. I pull the door open and a slow smile lifts my lips as I see her. She has on jeans with a Boston University hoodie and her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks adorable.
“Hi,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside my condo. Once the door is shut, her back’s against it and my lips are on hers. I’m amazed at the softness of her cheeks under my palms when I cup her face and continue to gently move my lips over hers. I’m trying to keep this moment innocent, only soft lingering kisses, but she’s making these breathy little sounds, driving me crazy and testing my fucking resolve. When I lift my mouth from hers, her lips cling to mine as though she’s not ready for our kiss to end. My hands remain cupping her cheeks while I gaze down at her captivating flushed face.
“Hi,” I say again and we both start to laugh.
“Hi,” she answers me, gifting me with the most dazzling smile. Her natural beauty literally steals my breath from me.
“Did you run into any problems finding my place?” I ask. I let my hands fall from her cheeks to her shoulders, gently caressing over them to slide down to hold her hands.
“No, not at all. You actually live closer to me than I realized.”
I
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