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dusted the furniture in the living room, washed the cups and bowls she’d piled up in the mornings, threw her clothes in the washer, and scrubbed the bathroom.
Conflicting emotions surged through her veins as she replayed the events of the previous night. Dinner with Jourdan was fantastic as usual. The pair stuffed themselves with too much food and wine and laughed like women who’d known each other since they were little girls. Although she was hesitant, Jaylah had to admit her friend’s idea to go dancing was a great one. The DJ worked his magic and she fed off the crowd’s energy.
Jaylah felt an overwhelming sense of joy on the dance floor with Jourdan and was thankful for her friend. She wondered where she’d be without her new sister, probably miserable and calling her parents for a loan. Jourdan looked out for her in ways she could have never imagined possible, and if wasn’t for her Jaylah wouldn’t have a gig, a social life, or met Johnny.
She sighed at the thought of him, remembering the way his soft lips felt against her skin. Longing crept through her body; she had to see him again.
Jaylah wondered if he would call her after the way she acted. The tears, the near breakdown, the kissing.
“What were you even thinking?” she asked herself as she swept the floor.
She got caught up in the moment. For a brief second, she thought she’d be like Nina in Love Jones and ask Johnny in for a “chat” that would lead to a serious bout of lovemaking. After the way they carried on in the car, how could he resist her invitation? The way he touched her had to mean he wanted more, right?
Clearly, she was wrong.
Even though he said it wasn’t a brush off, he bolted, and she felt rejected and confused.
This was all new to her; Jaylah was never a seductress back home. Not even close. Sleeping with Faraj had been an aberration; she was drunk and feeling bold, and let herself give in to her desire. But Johnny made her feel something else entirely. She wanted to get to know him. Wanted to hear the stories of his life and be a part of it. Wanted to be his friend, his lover, and his woman, his…everything.
“D on’t be stupid, Jaylah. You just met this man,” she scolded herself as she straightened up her bedroom. “This doesn’t even make any sense.”
Jaylah found a slip of paper and wrote LET IT GO in big, bold letters. She taped the note to the wall above her computer as a reminder to put Johnny out of her mind.
* * *
Summer had officially arrived in London, giving everyone a break from the perpetually gloomy skies that seem to hang over the city, even in July. Stripped-down Britons crowded onto café patios sipping cocktails and stout, hungry to soak up as much sun as possible before it went darting off again.
Even Jaylah was excited for the sudden heat wave, happy to finally wear her favorite floral miniskirt without tights or leggings. She strolled down Mandeville Place on her way to meet Jourdan at the Tapa Room for brunch.
Seven weeks , she counted down in her head. Seven weeks to do whatever the hell I want , she thought.
Her time in London was quickly careening down the highway and Jaylah wished she could jam on the breaks. She wasn’t ready to go back to L.A. and fall back into her role as Ms. Goody Goody just yet. Actually, she never wanted to be that person ever again.
When she skipped across the Pond she had literally been reborn.
Jaylah loved setting her own rules and playing the game however she felt it should go. She enjoyed living adjacent to the edge, but never quite teetering over. For the first time, she didn’t feel beholden to live up to anyone’s expectations but her own.
She finally felt free, and she wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible.
Jaylah walked into the Tapa Room and spotted Jourdan right away.
“Hey girly,” she said, kissing her on the cheek. “Been here long?”
“No, I just sat down. I’m surprised I didn’t have to wait forever, it’s
Conflicting emotions surged through her veins as she replayed the events of the previous night. Dinner with Jourdan was fantastic as usual. The pair stuffed themselves with too much food and wine and laughed like women who’d known each other since they were little girls. Although she was hesitant, Jaylah had to admit her friend’s idea to go dancing was a great one. The DJ worked his magic and she fed off the crowd’s energy.
Jaylah felt an overwhelming sense of joy on the dance floor with Jourdan and was thankful for her friend. She wondered where she’d be without her new sister, probably miserable and calling her parents for a loan. Jourdan looked out for her in ways she could have never imagined possible, and if wasn’t for her Jaylah wouldn’t have a gig, a social life, or met Johnny.
She sighed at the thought of him, remembering the way his soft lips felt against her skin. Longing crept through her body; she had to see him again.
Jaylah wondered if he would call her after the way she acted. The tears, the near breakdown, the kissing.
“What were you even thinking?” she asked herself as she swept the floor.
She got caught up in the moment. For a brief second, she thought she’d be like Nina in Love Jones and ask Johnny in for a “chat” that would lead to a serious bout of lovemaking. After the way they carried on in the car, how could he resist her invitation? The way he touched her had to mean he wanted more, right?
Clearly, she was wrong.
Even though he said it wasn’t a brush off, he bolted, and she felt rejected and confused.
This was all new to her; Jaylah was never a seductress back home. Not even close. Sleeping with Faraj had been an aberration; she was drunk and feeling bold, and let herself give in to her desire. But Johnny made her feel something else entirely. She wanted to get to know him. Wanted to hear the stories of his life and be a part of it. Wanted to be his friend, his lover, and his woman, his…everything.
“D on’t be stupid, Jaylah. You just met this man,” she scolded herself as she straightened up her bedroom. “This doesn’t even make any sense.”
Jaylah found a slip of paper and wrote LET IT GO in big, bold letters. She taped the note to the wall above her computer as a reminder to put Johnny out of her mind.
* * *
Summer had officially arrived in London, giving everyone a break from the perpetually gloomy skies that seem to hang over the city, even in July. Stripped-down Britons crowded onto café patios sipping cocktails and stout, hungry to soak up as much sun as possible before it went darting off again.
Even Jaylah was excited for the sudden heat wave, happy to finally wear her favorite floral miniskirt without tights or leggings. She strolled down Mandeville Place on her way to meet Jourdan at the Tapa Room for brunch.
Seven weeks , she counted down in her head. Seven weeks to do whatever the hell I want , she thought.
Her time in London was quickly careening down the highway and Jaylah wished she could jam on the breaks. She wasn’t ready to go back to L.A. and fall back into her role as Ms. Goody Goody just yet. Actually, she never wanted to be that person ever again.
When she skipped across the Pond she had literally been reborn.
Jaylah loved setting her own rules and playing the game however she felt it should go. She enjoyed living adjacent to the edge, but never quite teetering over. For the first time, she didn’t feel beholden to live up to anyone’s expectations but her own.
She finally felt free, and she wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible.
Jaylah walked into the Tapa Room and spotted Jourdan right away.
“Hey girly,” she said, kissing her on the cheek. “Been here long?”
“No, I just sat down. I’m surprised I didn’t have to wait forever, it’s
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