Page 37 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sailor
Amelia and I grabbed lunch after class and now we’re walking around Main Street, going in and out of shops.
There’s nothing specific I need; we’re just browsing and spending time together.
I’m trying so hard to stay focused on the present and what we’re doing, but I keep going back to last night and being woken up by JT in my bed.
He didn’t stay for long, just gave me what I think was his version of an apology, and then he left.
How I fell asleep so quickly after that, knowing someone just broke into my house, I don’t know.
It should have been alarming, but knowing he was there had me sleeping comfortably.
By the way, is it weird to keep cum-stained clothing?
I guess he’d stolen a pair of my panties the other time he was in my house, because he so graciously returned them to me last night, and with his dried man juice all over them.
I stared at the blue panties hanging on the knob for a long time, trying to work through how I felt about it.
Eventually, I allowed myself to be turned on by it because I realized I was fighting those feelings.
So I left them there, as a reminder of what I do to him. It makes me feel good about myself.
My phone dings and I nearly drop my coffee trying to get to it.
“Damn, girl. Waiting on an important call or something?” Amelia says with a laugh.
“Yeah, something like that.”
I smile when I see a text from JT. I considered texting him when I woke up but chose to play hard to get instead. I wanted to see how long it would take him to text me. I want to know how crazy I make him, and how badly he wants me. Am I worth the chase?
JT: When can we reschedule?
I bite my bottom lip as I think over my schedule.
We could do it as early as tonight, but I have class in the morning and that’s not very responsible of me.
I want to do this, but not if it’s going to get in the way of my classes.
Though, it’s not like I’ll be in bed early otherwise.
I am a night owl. Still, if I’m going to be sore, it’s best we do this on a weekend when I don’t have to worry about getting up early or going anywhere.
Me: Friday night?
JT: Seems so far away.
Me: I know…
JT: Friday it is. 10pm at the park, go into the woods at 10:10.
“Who are you talking to?” Amelia asks slyly.
I stop mid-typing and shove the phone into my pocket.
“No one.”
“The look on your face says otherwise.”
She hangs up the shirt she was looking at and faces me, putting her hands on her hips.
“Are you talking to someone and didn’t tell me?” She raises a brow.
“Uhm, maybe?”
She scoffs. “Sailor, come on! We’re supposed to be besties, so you have to tell me stuff like this.” Throwing her arms up, she pouts, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry?”
She growls, stomping her foot, and it’s kind of adorable. I can’t help but smile, which has her scowling.
“Well?” she says impatiently. “Are you going to tell me, or what?”
Crap. How am I going to tell her about him when I don’t know much about him? There is no way I’m comfortable enough with her to get into any sort of detail about how we met or what our plans are.
“Just a guy,” I say with a shrug, bringing my coffee to my lips for another sip.
“Oh, no.” She shakes her head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “No way, Sailor. No. I need details. I need imagery.”
I think of the photos he sent me, and I get excited about showing someone. Even if I show her the photo of him with the helmet on, she won’t know I’ve never seen his face. She’ll just think he’s trying to be hot or something—which he totally is.
When Sam and I first met and started flirting, and eventually dated, I loved how our group of friends supported it and made comments about being jealous of how we were together.
The two other girls in the group would tell me how jealous they were because it’s hard to find hot gamers like Sam.
I know that’s true. Their jealousy made me proud, in a way.
Maybe happy that I had something good. And I have a feeling showing Amelia the sexy photo of JT will be the same—just more.
As I pull my phone out and pull the photo up, I stare at it, wondering if I should be worried about showing her so much of him. But there isn’t an ounce of jealousy on my end, only excitement about her approving or maybe being jealous.
Her eyes widen as she tries to be patient.
“Okay, don’t judge, alright? I don’t have a lot of photos of him because…” I may regret saying this. “Because we met online.”
“Girl, I do not care about that. I just want to see.” She holds her hand out, then frowns. “Wait, did you think I’d care that you met him online? Isn’t that what most people do nowadays?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, do they?”
“From what I hear. Now show me!”
I blow a quick breath, then hold up my phone to show her.
Her jaw drops to the floor, and she lets out a screech that has other shoppers glancing our way. I somehow get my coffee between my arm and chest, then slap my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh!” I say.
She jumps up and down, squealing behind my hand.
“Quiet,” I plead.
She groans, rolling her eyes, then nods. I let my hand down.
“You better show me that again.”
“Are you going to scream again?”
“No.” I narrow my eyes. “I promise, I won’t. Please let me see him again.”
When I show her again, she just stares and fans herself.
“How is it legal for someone to be this damn hot?”
I laugh. “I wish I knew.” I look at the photo, biting on my bottom lip.
“Oh no, Sailor. Nope. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I ask carefully, clicking off my phone and putting it in my pocket again. I finish the rest of my coffee, in case I have to stop her from screaming again.
“Do not stare at how hot he is and wonder why he is talking to you. You are hot, and I’m sure he loves your amazing personality.”
There isn’t an ounce of sarcasm in her tone. She truly means what she says, and I can’t help but grab her for a hug.
“Thank you.”
“That’s what friends are for,” she says as I pull back, hooking her arm in mine. “Now let’s please go to that bakery down the street, because I need some chocolate.”
We do just that, and after sharing a small bit of my personal life with her, I feel lighter.