into him when he kisses me again.
“Plus,” he says against my lips. “I want you to remember everything.”
chapter nine
I can hear you best when the world falls asleep
and I open myself to the stars.
~ From Jon’s collection of lyrics
Jon
The sound of water rushing and clanging through the pipes isn’t my favorite way to wake from a deep sleep. But that’s one of the drawbacks of living in an old house with old plumbing. When someone flushes or showers, it’s really loud. Given that most of my roommates are slobs, I doubt someone’s doing the dishes or laundry. Rolling over, I bury my head under the pillow, hoping I can fall asleep again. I’m not ready to get up yet.
As I lie here, I think about Ivy. Last night at the pub, we had a great time together. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She made me laugh like I hadn’t in a long time. We slow-danced to the fast songs and kissed during the slow ones. Her hands guided mine over her hips while the music and crowd surrounded us.
As the night wound down, she told me to come back to her dorm room with her, saying Cassidy was a heavy sleeper. I teased her about having sex in her twin bed with her roommate just a few feet away, and told her she’d had too much to drink. She tried arguing with me, and I just about caved. God, her lips were so soft and her body curved against mine so perfectly. At that very moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to bury myself inside her and feel her shatter around me. Had she been anyone else, I know I would have.
But something different lurks in those sultry green eyes of hers. I didn’t want an alcohol-fueled hookup to change it in any way, so I stayed strong last night.
I grab my cell from the nightstand and check the time. It’s been almost ten hours since I saw her. Before I talk myself out of it, I send her a text.
Hey, Ivy on the Roof. Good morning.
It takes only a few seconds until my phone vibrates.
Hey yourself.
Are you awake?
No, I’m sleep-texting you.
Is she being a smartass or is she pissed off? She was pretty freaked out when I first kissed her, back near the restrooms. I set the phone down and rub the sleep out of my eyes. What did she think I was going to do to her, anyway? She acted fearful, almost panicky. Had she warmed up to me only because she’d been drinking?
My cell vibrates again: a smiley face.
Okay, maybe she’s not mad.
That was fun last night. Hope you had a good birthday.
Thanks. I did. At least the parts I remember. I hope I didn’t do anything too stupid.
Except for the part where you jumped on the stage, grabbed the mic, and started singing.
OMG whaaat?
Just kidding.
She texts a smiley face with a tongue sticking out.
I stretch and yawn. How do you feel this morning?
As in, am I hungover? If so, the answer is a little. But I’ll be fine as soon as I eat something.
Good.
Good that I’m hungover or good that I’ll be fine?
Haha. Good that you’ll be fine when you eat something. My stomach growls. Do you like waffles?
Okay, that was random. Is that what you’re eating?
No. So, do you?
They’re my favorite breakfast food.
I knew there was a reason I liked you.
I’ve never been admired for my food preferences before.
I laugh out loud, making it hard to text back. Guess there’s a first for everything.
Another smiley face. And a heart now, too.
I sit up in bed and check out the window. It’s not raining. What are you doing right now?
Waking up.
Good. Be ready in twenty minutes.
Whaaat?
I’m picking you up and taking you out for waffles.
Twenty minutes???? But I’m still in bed.
Then get your ass up. And wear something warm.
You mean like a sweatshirt? You still have my jacket.
Which reminds me. Hopefully, Stella got the stains out. Then wear mine. Unless you’ve given it away to the Salvation Army already.
Not yet. But I was on the verge.
Twenty minutes later, after calling Stella to tell her I’d be by this afternoon, I turn onto
“Plus,” he says against my lips. “I want you to remember everything.”
chapter nine
I can hear you best when the world falls asleep
and I open myself to the stars.
~ From Jon’s collection of lyrics
Jon
The sound of water rushing and clanging through the pipes isn’t my favorite way to wake from a deep sleep. But that’s one of the drawbacks of living in an old house with old plumbing. When someone flushes or showers, it’s really loud. Given that most of my roommates are slobs, I doubt someone’s doing the dishes or laundry. Rolling over, I bury my head under the pillow, hoping I can fall asleep again. I’m not ready to get up yet.
As I lie here, I think about Ivy. Last night at the pub, we had a great time together. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She made me laugh like I hadn’t in a long time. We slow-danced to the fast songs and kissed during the slow ones. Her hands guided mine over her hips while the music and crowd surrounded us.
As the night wound down, she told me to come back to her dorm room with her, saying Cassidy was a heavy sleeper. I teased her about having sex in her twin bed with her roommate just a few feet away, and told her she’d had too much to drink. She tried arguing with me, and I just about caved. God, her lips were so soft and her body curved against mine so perfectly. At that very moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to bury myself inside her and feel her shatter around me. Had she been anyone else, I know I would have.
But something different lurks in those sultry green eyes of hers. I didn’t want an alcohol-fueled hookup to change it in any way, so I stayed strong last night.
I grab my cell from the nightstand and check the time. It’s been almost ten hours since I saw her. Before I talk myself out of it, I send her a text.
Hey, Ivy on the Roof. Good morning.
It takes only a few seconds until my phone vibrates.
Hey yourself.
Are you awake?
No, I’m sleep-texting you.
Is she being a smartass or is she pissed off? She was pretty freaked out when I first kissed her, back near the restrooms. I set the phone down and rub the sleep out of my eyes. What did she think I was going to do to her, anyway? She acted fearful, almost panicky. Had she warmed up to me only because she’d been drinking?
My cell vibrates again: a smiley face.
Okay, maybe she’s not mad.
That was fun last night. Hope you had a good birthday.
Thanks. I did. At least the parts I remember. I hope I didn’t do anything too stupid.
Except for the part where you jumped on the stage, grabbed the mic, and started singing.
OMG whaaat?
Just kidding.
She texts a smiley face with a tongue sticking out.
I stretch and yawn. How do you feel this morning?
As in, am I hungover? If so, the answer is a little. But I’ll be fine as soon as I eat something.
Good.
Good that I’m hungover or good that I’ll be fine?
Haha. Good that you’ll be fine when you eat something. My stomach growls. Do you like waffles?
Okay, that was random. Is that what you’re eating?
No. So, do you?
They’re my favorite breakfast food.
I knew there was a reason I liked you.
I’ve never been admired for my food preferences before.
I laugh out loud, making it hard to text back. Guess there’s a first for everything.
Another smiley face. And a heart now, too.
I sit up in bed and check out the window. It’s not raining. What are you doing right now?
Waking up.
Good. Be ready in twenty minutes.
Whaaat?
I’m picking you up and taking you out for waffles.
Twenty minutes???? But I’m still in bed.
Then get your ass up. And wear something warm.
You mean like a sweatshirt? You still have my jacket.
Which reminds me. Hopefully, Stella got the stains out. Then wear mine. Unless you’ve given it away to the Salvation Army already.
Not yet. But I was on the verge.
Twenty minutes later, after calling Stella to tell her I’d be by this afternoon, I turn onto
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