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trying to do. Worm his way even further into my life so I couldn't say no. "I have a meeting at the Galaxy office in the morning."
"What about the arvo?"
I gathered arvo meant afternoon and I knew he had me. "I don't know."
"I'm taking you to the beach."
"Are you just?" I scoffed playfully.
"C'mon Jessie." The way he said my name made me squirm. "We can go to the beach, hangout, have some dinner."
"I don't know…" I began, but he interrupted me.
"No expectations."
No expectations? Before I could back out, I said, "Pick me up at the hotel at three."
And just like that, I flung myself further down the rabbit hole.
It might've been forward to call Jessie like I had, but after that fizzer of a date I couldn't just leave it. Yeah, I guess we had a good time and all, but it was just hanging out. Being with her was more than hanging out for me. I had no idea how to show it without it ending the same way as every other relationship I'd had. With the 'it's me not you' speech.
Over the phone it had taken away that physical attraction and I could just talk to her without all of that getting in the way. I was glad I'd grown some balls, because I was taking her out again this afternoon.
My phone buzzed with a text and I laughed when I saw the message from Zoe.
We're going to Disneyland. Wanna come?
Zoe and Disneyland were two things that didn't seem to mesh well.
I texted back, I think I'll be right. Got stuff to do.
What stuff?
Just stuff.
Oooookkkkkkaaaayyyy. *winkwink*
When three pm rolled around, I stood outside Jessie's door staring at the number again. Get a grip, Cosgrove , I scolded myself. Knocking, the door opened a moment later.
"Hey," Jessie said brightly.
She was wearing these little denim short shorts and my eyes glued to her legs, imagining them around my waist.
"Up here," she laughed.
"Sorry." The moment she turned her back, I adjusted the front of my jeans.
"You're punctual, I'll give you that." She shoved her phone into her pocket and closed the door behind her.
"If I say I'm gunna do something. I do it."
"Wow."
"Wow, what?"
"A guy who does the stuff he says he's going to. That's a rare beast."
I grinned, pressing the button to the elevator.
"Where are we going?"
"Venice beach." I shrugged.
"Venice beach?"
"I don't know any others."
"No, sounds fun, actually. I'm sure there's lots to do."
Because I didn't have a car or wanted to subject Jessie to public transport, the doorman hailed a taxi for us out the front of the hotel. I didn't mind paying. We slid into the backseat and the driver took off at breakneck speed. Jessie didn't bat an eyelid, so I assumed this was normal for a cabbie.
"How was work today?" I asked to break the silence.
"Oh, it was okay. Pretty boring, actually."
"What do you do exactly?"
"Well, being the intern, I get to do all the exciting stuff. Like take minutes, get coffee. You know, all the important decisions fall on my shoulders."
"Without you the entire label would crumble."
"Something like that," she grinned.
Before long, the taxi pulled up at the beach and we wandered down to the sand. Jessie bent down and pulled off her boots and sunk her bare feet into the sand, curling her toes.
"Oh man," she sighed. "This feels nice."
I followed suit, yanking off my own boots and let the warm sand trickle between my toes. "Let's go down to the water."
Walking along the beach with Jessie was nice. It felt right, being here with her.
"It reminds me a little of the beaches up Queensland," I said. "Wide, long, white sand. If you can ignore the city at your back, that is."
"Do you surf?" she asked and I made a face, my toes curling in the sand.
"Not everyone from Australia surfs."
"Why not?"
"Firstly, it's a stereotype and secondly, I live in Melbourne. It's not really the center for seaside living."
"What's it like in Melbourne?" I loved the way she said Melbourne. Sounding out all the letters.
"Well, to be a Melbourne-ite you need to
"What about the arvo?"
I gathered arvo meant afternoon and I knew he had me. "I don't know."
"I'm taking you to the beach."
"Are you just?" I scoffed playfully.
"C'mon Jessie." The way he said my name made me squirm. "We can go to the beach, hangout, have some dinner."
"I don't know…" I began, but he interrupted me.
"No expectations."
No expectations? Before I could back out, I said, "Pick me up at the hotel at three."
And just like that, I flung myself further down the rabbit hole.
It might've been forward to call Jessie like I had, but after that fizzer of a date I couldn't just leave it. Yeah, I guess we had a good time and all, but it was just hanging out. Being with her was more than hanging out for me. I had no idea how to show it without it ending the same way as every other relationship I'd had. With the 'it's me not you' speech.
Over the phone it had taken away that physical attraction and I could just talk to her without all of that getting in the way. I was glad I'd grown some balls, because I was taking her out again this afternoon.
My phone buzzed with a text and I laughed when I saw the message from Zoe.
We're going to Disneyland. Wanna come?
Zoe and Disneyland were two things that didn't seem to mesh well.
I texted back, I think I'll be right. Got stuff to do.
What stuff?
Just stuff.
Oooookkkkkkaaaayyyy. *winkwink*
When three pm rolled around, I stood outside Jessie's door staring at the number again. Get a grip, Cosgrove , I scolded myself. Knocking, the door opened a moment later.
"Hey," Jessie said brightly.
She was wearing these little denim short shorts and my eyes glued to her legs, imagining them around my waist.
"Up here," she laughed.
"Sorry." The moment she turned her back, I adjusted the front of my jeans.
"You're punctual, I'll give you that." She shoved her phone into her pocket and closed the door behind her.
"If I say I'm gunna do something. I do it."
"Wow."
"Wow, what?"
"A guy who does the stuff he says he's going to. That's a rare beast."
I grinned, pressing the button to the elevator.
"Where are we going?"
"Venice beach." I shrugged.
"Venice beach?"
"I don't know any others."
"No, sounds fun, actually. I'm sure there's lots to do."
Because I didn't have a car or wanted to subject Jessie to public transport, the doorman hailed a taxi for us out the front of the hotel. I didn't mind paying. We slid into the backseat and the driver took off at breakneck speed. Jessie didn't bat an eyelid, so I assumed this was normal for a cabbie.
"How was work today?" I asked to break the silence.
"Oh, it was okay. Pretty boring, actually."
"What do you do exactly?"
"Well, being the intern, I get to do all the exciting stuff. Like take minutes, get coffee. You know, all the important decisions fall on my shoulders."
"Without you the entire label would crumble."
"Something like that," she grinned.
Before long, the taxi pulled up at the beach and we wandered down to the sand. Jessie bent down and pulled off her boots and sunk her bare feet into the sand, curling her toes.
"Oh man," she sighed. "This feels nice."
I followed suit, yanking off my own boots and let the warm sand trickle between my toes. "Let's go down to the water."
Walking along the beach with Jessie was nice. It felt right, being here with her.
"It reminds me a little of the beaches up Queensland," I said. "Wide, long, white sand. If you can ignore the city at your back, that is."
"Do you surf?" she asked and I made a face, my toes curling in the sand.
"Not everyone from Australia surfs."
"Why not?"
"Firstly, it's a stereotype and secondly, I live in Melbourne. It's not really the center for seaside living."
"What's it like in Melbourne?" I loved the way she said Melbourne. Sounding out all the letters.
"Well, to be a Melbourne-ite you need to
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