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Chapter Twenty-One
It had been almost a week since their weekend of sex and outside of a few texts, Jackson and Oleander hadn’t seen each other. The first round of sex had been phenomenal and so had everything that followed. After he went down on her post-breakfast, they’d spent the rest of the day in bed. Jackson discovered Oleander wasveryticklish and her laughter got really high-pitched when she couldn’t stop herself.
It was an amazing feeling, seeing her completely unraveled that way. To watch this woman, who was always so tough and so stoic in public, let go and have fun was incredible.
He’d also discovered that kissing her was his favorite thing in the world. There was something about the way her mouth and tongue danced with his that did it for him. Plus, when she kissed him, Oleander always found a way to play with his hair. Until her, Jackson had never been impacted by hair play during sex. With Oleander, he was obsessed with the way her fingers felt against his scalp and tugging on his hair.
When Oleander left his apartment Sunday evening for work, she’d done so with promises to plan another date. But when she didn’t bring it up during their texting, he wondered if she forgot. He didn’t have time to go down to the Barrel either, because another project had landed on his plate. It wasn’t an urgent one, but the first few days with strategy meetings and discussions, he knew it would be impossible to leave work before 9PM. And when he did wrap up, he went home and fell face first into bed.
The first night without Oleander, Jackson had fallen asleep with the scent of her filling his nose. But it also reminded him how dirty the sheets probably were, so he tossed them in the laundry before leaving for work. His sheets didn’t smell like her anymore, but his head was full of deliciously distracting visuals.
Jackson also wondered if he’d come on too strong. His random confessions, the way he watched her…maybe it was too much for Oleander. There was also the possibility she was busy—Jackson knew she spent hours teaching dance even during the week and hours working at the Barrel.
Jackson wasin the middle of sketching out a logo in his notebook when his phone buzzed. The page he was working on had a million different iterations of the same thing and he was still unhappy about it, but at least he was starting to see the differences. Lifting his head from the page, he glanced at his phone and smiled at the text.
Oleander:You miss me.
Chuckling, he set his pencil down and leaned back in his chair as he opened up their chat.
Jackson:Is that what this feeling is?
He put his phone down and stood up to stretch his arms above his head, twisting his body to loosen his tight muscles. His phone buzzed and Jackson smiled at her reply.
Oleander:Does your heart race really fast? Do you feel breathless when you think of me? Are you smiling so wide your face probably hurts?
Oleander:Then yes, you fucking miss me.
Jackson picked up his phone and leaned against his desk as he replied, ready to give up this monotonous work of creating a logo.
Jackson:You’ve got me all figured out. My cheeks hurt so much right now.
Oleander:I knew it. I mean, I would miss me too.
Jackson:I think my bed misses you too.
Oleander:Oh, now you’re playing dirty.
Jackson:If we were in bed together, we most definitely would be…
Rolling his eyes at his cheesy response, Jackson covered his mouth with one hand to hide his smile. This woman had him in knots. She also had him spending an insane amount of time on his phone.
Oleander:I could make that happen…
Oleander:What are you doing in…an hour?
Jackson:Should my answer be YOU?
Oleander:Can that be your answer, truly?
Jackson:I honestly would love nothing more than to be with you right now, but…
Jackson sighed heavily and looked at the time on the top of his phone before glancing around the office. He could take a ‘lunch’ break and nobody would miss him. Jackson had been showing up early every single day and leaving late too. His phone buzzed again and he realized he hadn’t completed his message before hitting send.
Oleander:…but what, Jackson? The anticipation is killing me!
Jackson:Sorry, I’m at work. And I’m trying to figure out the best way to get out of here.
Oleander:Well, you’re not going to be able to get me naked if you get out of there anyway.
