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By nine o’clock that night, I was on the road back to Ennis. I’d been driving for about ten minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down to see a text from Michael.
Grinning, I stepped on the gas. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get back home.
CHAPTER 8
Michael
Julie and I spent all night texting. It took me a few hours to work up the nerve to send that first text. She didn’t answer right away, but once she did, we didn’t stop exchanging messages until both of us fell asleep. I don’t know whether I passed out first or if she did. All I know was I woke up on Sunday morning with my phone clutched between my fingers.
Grinning, I pushed myself out of bed and jumped in the shower. Part of me felt ridiculous. I was a thirty-year-old man, acting giddy over a woman I’d only just met. On the other hand, I couldn’t help myself. There was something about Julie that just drew me in. As much as I tried to distance myself, I knew it was no use. I would not be able to be my usual playboy self with her. She and I were connected. It happened fast, but now that it had, I never wanted to lose it.
The hot water fell over my face, coaxing me into full consciousness and clearing my mind. I saw Julie’s face swim before me, and I grinned again. My dick twitched as I remembered how it felt to kiss her. I shook myself, grabbing the shampoo and squirting a glob into my hand.
As I washed my hair, I tried to get a hold of myself. Every time I thought about Julie, I became a teenager again. She was just a girl, I told myself. Just a woman. There was no reason to get this excited over one person.
Still, my body had a mind of its own. I daydreamed about Julie during my shower. My body reacted instinctually, remembering exactly how Julie’s naked skin felt beneath my fingers. By the time I was done, I was desperate to see her again.
I shut off the water and climbed out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I hurried back to my bedroom to where my phone lay on my nightstand. When I looked at it, I saw an unopened text from Julie.
“Sorry I fell asleep last night,” it read.
I smiled and immediately pressed the green button to call her. It rang three times before her sleepy voice filled my ear.
“Hey,” she said. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I said. “How’d you sleep?”
“Great,” she said. A small yawn slipped through the phone, bringing a smile to my lips.
“Listen,” I said. “What are you up to today? I know you said you were free tonight, but I thought we could go for lunch. Interested?”
“Sure,” Julie said. “Just let me shower first.”
“Pick you up in an hour?” I asked.
“Perfect.”
We said goodbye, and I put my phone back on my nightstand. I felt like my smile would never fade. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
What was it about this woman that made me act this way? If she were another girl, any other girl, I would have moved on already. I wouldn’t have thought twice about sleeping with her and then never calling her again. But I couldn’t imagine not seeing her. The thought of letting her disappear from my life was unbearable.
It wasn’t just the sex, although that had been life-changing. It was everything about her. From her pale blue eyes to her light brown hair to her undeniable intelligence and quick-witted personality. Julie Black was captivating.
I dressed in a hurry, and soon, I was on my way to her house. When I pulled up out front, she was already waiting for me.
“Hey there,” she said as she climbed into the passenger seat. “You’re right on time.”
“I told you,” I said. “I’m a gentleman.”
She laughed and fastened her seatbelt while I admired her. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, making her eyes even more striking than before. She wore a simple blouse and a pair of tightly-fitted jeans. My eyes raked themselves down her body, and I felt my breath catch in my chest.
“Where are we going?” Julie asked, snapping me back to reality.
“Just this little diner I know,” I said. “I think you’ll like it.”
We drove through town, the conversation never faltering. Julie told me about her visit with her family and asked how my weekend had been so far. I was embarrassed to admit that I’d done nothing but work. Julie didn’t seem to mind. She kept up her end of the conversation effortlessly.
“So,” I said. “Your mom really gave you a hard time?”
