now filling her in on the situation.
Chapter 12
I re-read the same page in my Sociology book for the third—no make that the fourth time in the past thirty minutes before I finally slam it shut and launch myself from the loveseat.
How in the hell can I study this stuff, boring as it is, when I’m unable to concentrate on anything? I raise my arms, tightening the elastic band holding my ponytail and release a sigh just as my cell rings.
I know it’s Jesse. He’s been blowing up my cell all morning. In the distance, I hear the faint sound of church bells announcing the beginning of church services nearby.
I finally pick up my cell, and accept his call. No sense in ignoring him because he’ll have this conversation regardless of how I feel about it. That’s Jesse.
“Hello,” I manage, the tiredness evident in my own voice. I hadn’t slept at all last night after returning home from Jesse and Scout’s. I hadn’t stuck around for pizza after talking to Gram on the phone. I didn’t trust myself to stay. I knew Jesse already knew because Gram had filled me in on that portion of it.
“September,” he breathes, “Damn it, why did you rush out so fast yesterday? We need to talk, baby.”
“What’s left to say, Jesse? Gram gave me the scoop. Grandpa’s had a stroke, he’s going to a specialized unit for care, and Mama’s coming to live with you and Scout. Isn’t that everything?”
There’s a silent pause. “It’s not like that, ” he finally murmurs, “I mean, put yourself in my place huh? What kind of a dick would I be not to help your grandparents?”
And I know he’s right. I should be putting the well-being of my grandpa first and foremost in my mind right now. It’s selfish of me not to be doing just that, and I know it. “I get that, Jesse. And I’m praying that Grandpa will recover, I really am. Listen, I’m not pissed off at you. These are the cards we’ve been dealt; this is Karma coming back on us.”
“No, baby—don’t think like that. This is just a temporary situation, I promise you. Nothing has changed.”
Everything has changed.
“September, I’m coming by your place. I’ll be there in a bit.”
What?
“Wait—what? Why?”
“Because, we have unfinished business. I need to make sure you know how much I love you—and only you, baby. I didn’t get that chance yesterday,” his voice trails off.
“Where’s Scout?”
“She’s over at Amber’s for the day.”
I sigh. “I’ll see you in a bit,” I reply, ending the call. The feeling of emptiness that has enveloped me since yesterday is still there. Maybe Jesse can fill the void with his visit. He wants to talk things out. I simply want to fuck things out. After all, it’s the language we speak best.
By the time Jesse arrives, I’ve taken a quick shower and pulled my damp hair on top of my head. I’m wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and have just put a pot of coffee on when I hear a knock at my door.
My belly clenches as I open the door to him. He hasn’t slept well, that much I can tell by the dark hollows underneath his eyes, but he is still so fucking beautiful to me.
“Hey,” I greet softly, swinging the door wider to allow him in, “I’ve got coffee ready, would you like a cup?”
“Sounds good,” he murmurs, taking a look around my apartment, his eyes scanning the living room and finally returning to mine.
“I know it isn’t much—” I start.
“It’s fine, babe. I just wish things were different is all.”
I nod and head to the kitchen, returning with two mugs of coffee, handing him one where he is now sitting on the loveseat. I take a seat in the only other place to sit in the living room. An avocado and gold plaid easy chair. I sip my coffee and peruse him from beneath my shuttered lashes.
He seems out of place here. He’s tall and muscular, and his whole aura is one of strength and masculinity, but amongst the scant furnishings and garage sale knick-knacks adorning the walls of
Chapter 12
I re-read the same page in my Sociology book for the third—no make that the fourth time in the past thirty minutes before I finally slam it shut and launch myself from the loveseat.
How in the hell can I study this stuff, boring as it is, when I’m unable to concentrate on anything? I raise my arms, tightening the elastic band holding my ponytail and release a sigh just as my cell rings.
I know it’s Jesse. He’s been blowing up my cell all morning. In the distance, I hear the faint sound of church bells announcing the beginning of church services nearby.
I finally pick up my cell, and accept his call. No sense in ignoring him because he’ll have this conversation regardless of how I feel about it. That’s Jesse.
“Hello,” I manage, the tiredness evident in my own voice. I hadn’t slept at all last night after returning home from Jesse and Scout’s. I hadn’t stuck around for pizza after talking to Gram on the phone. I didn’t trust myself to stay. I knew Jesse already knew because Gram had filled me in on that portion of it.
“September,” he breathes, “Damn it, why did you rush out so fast yesterday? We need to talk, baby.”
“What’s left to say, Jesse? Gram gave me the scoop. Grandpa’s had a stroke, he’s going to a specialized unit for care, and Mama’s coming to live with you and Scout. Isn’t that everything?”
There’s a silent pause. “It’s not like that, ” he finally murmurs, “I mean, put yourself in my place huh? What kind of a dick would I be not to help your grandparents?”
And I know he’s right. I should be putting the well-being of my grandpa first and foremost in my mind right now. It’s selfish of me not to be doing just that, and I know it. “I get that, Jesse. And I’m praying that Grandpa will recover, I really am. Listen, I’m not pissed off at you. These are the cards we’ve been dealt; this is Karma coming back on us.”
“No, baby—don’t think like that. This is just a temporary situation, I promise you. Nothing has changed.”
Everything has changed.
“September, I’m coming by your place. I’ll be there in a bit.”
What?
“Wait—what? Why?”
“Because, we have unfinished business. I need to make sure you know how much I love you—and only you, baby. I didn’t get that chance yesterday,” his voice trails off.
“Where’s Scout?”
“She’s over at Amber’s for the day.”
I sigh. “I’ll see you in a bit,” I reply, ending the call. The feeling of emptiness that has enveloped me since yesterday is still there. Maybe Jesse can fill the void with his visit. He wants to talk things out. I simply want to fuck things out. After all, it’s the language we speak best.
By the time Jesse arrives, I’ve taken a quick shower and pulled my damp hair on top of my head. I’m wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and have just put a pot of coffee on when I hear a knock at my door.
My belly clenches as I open the door to him. He hasn’t slept well, that much I can tell by the dark hollows underneath his eyes, but he is still so fucking beautiful to me.
“Hey,” I greet softly, swinging the door wider to allow him in, “I’ve got coffee ready, would you like a cup?”
“Sounds good,” he murmurs, taking a look around my apartment, his eyes scanning the living room and finally returning to mine.
“I know it isn’t much—” I start.
“It’s fine, babe. I just wish things were different is all.”
I nod and head to the kitchen, returning with two mugs of coffee, handing him one where he is now sitting on the loveseat. I take a seat in the only other place to sit in the living room. An avocado and gold plaid easy chair. I sip my coffee and peruse him from beneath my shuttered lashes.
He seems out of place here. He’s tall and muscular, and his whole aura is one of strength and masculinity, but amongst the scant furnishings and garage sale knick-knacks adorning the walls of
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