to hear if he’s good in bed. Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like having his dark head between your legs—”
“Not gonna happen. Where’s Tev?” I sliced, trying to change the subject.
Kelsy yawned. “Out getting burgers at Wendy’s. I’ve been craving it all day and I just couldn’t sleep until I got it.”
“Kels, I do hope you’re not pregnant!”
“No, I’m not. What on earth would I do with a baby when I’m afraid to even live on my own?”
“Right,” I said, appeased. “I’m going back to bed. Love you. Bye.”
Flipping my Blackberry over in my hand repeatedly, I contemplated whether I should read Natalio’s messages or just delete them. Curiosity won over, eventually, and I blew a shaky breath while I opened the first message:
It’s doleful to know that the only friend I have doesn’t seem to care about me.
How was your flight, Natalio? Have you landed safely? Did the hostess exhibit ample cleavage?
It would have been good to receive any of the above concerns from you. That way, I’d know you care.
Some friend you are, huh?
Well, Miss Francé, albeit you didn’t inquire, I’ll still keep you abreast: I’ve landed safely. And…
I can’t stop thinking about you. (Is that allowed?)
With a painful pinch that instantly reddened my skin, I berated myself when I caught myself smiling at the text. The subsequent message was sent fifteen minutes after the first:
I’ve arrived at my temporary abode.
I miss your voice.
Please, call or text me back.
The next was an hour after the second.
Your Blackberry was seated on the car charger all day today, so I’m positive your battery isn’t dead.
You’ve switched off your cell phone.
Why?
I’ve taken on a feeling of apprehension.
CALL ME.
His email came in thirty minutes ago.
Sadie,
I think I know what you are sulking about.
Your roommate, she recognized me didn’t she?
Please, don’t overthink things. Women tend to do that.
But then, you’re not like other women. That’s why I like you.
Please bear in mind that I never lied to you.
I just didn’t answer your questions with pellucidity.
That’s not lying.
Your roommate’s earlier reaction portended this.
I feared it.
You agreed not to get mad at me or ignore me.
And I agreed to be truthful to your queries. At least, I’ll try.
Just don’t eschew me. Please.
Natalio Nelson.
With a scoff followed by an eye roll, I attempted to power off my Blackberry when it buzzed with a new text message.
I can’t fall asleep.
I don’t think I will be able to, not until I hear from you.
Help me?
What did he want me to say? I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do, but avoid him. No, I wasn’t angry. Why should I be? He’s not my man. Though, I wanted him to be. But if he could lie about something that simple from the outset, then what would a relationship with him be like? How could I trust him?
I wasn’t sure how I felt. And I wasn’t sure how I should feel. I only knew that I desired Natalio in a way that I’ve never desired anyone or anything. That I couldn’t refrain from thinking about him. And that I hated and wanted to punish myself for wanting anyone that much.
Maybe I was over reacting. Maybe I was angrier about the fact that he didn’t kiss me. Maybe I just needed some time to think. Maybe I just needed him. Maybe…
Hitting the reply button, my fingers hovered over the keypad because I knew not what to type. So I sent a blank message. Hopefully that helped.
A minute later he replied.
Thank you.
Turning over on my stomach, I dragged the sheets over my head. It was not long before the Tylenol PM effectively dragged me off into oblivion.
“Return them to the sender,” I ordered.
The tall, red-haired delivery guy who was standing outside my door stared blankly at me with obsidian eyes. It was noon, and for some unknown reason, I was peevish and moody.
Unknown? Yeah, right.
The
“Not gonna happen. Where’s Tev?” I sliced, trying to change the subject.
Kelsy yawned. “Out getting burgers at Wendy’s. I’ve been craving it all day and I just couldn’t sleep until I got it.”
“Kels, I do hope you’re not pregnant!”
“No, I’m not. What on earth would I do with a baby when I’m afraid to even live on my own?”
“Right,” I said, appeased. “I’m going back to bed. Love you. Bye.”
Flipping my Blackberry over in my hand repeatedly, I contemplated whether I should read Natalio’s messages or just delete them. Curiosity won over, eventually, and I blew a shaky breath while I opened the first message:
It’s doleful to know that the only friend I have doesn’t seem to care about me.
How was your flight, Natalio? Have you landed safely? Did the hostess exhibit ample cleavage?
It would have been good to receive any of the above concerns from you. That way, I’d know you care.
Some friend you are, huh?
Well, Miss Francé, albeit you didn’t inquire, I’ll still keep you abreast: I’ve landed safely. And…
I can’t stop thinking about you. (Is that allowed?)
With a painful pinch that instantly reddened my skin, I berated myself when I caught myself smiling at the text. The subsequent message was sent fifteen minutes after the first:
I’ve arrived at my temporary abode.
I miss your voice.
Please, call or text me back.
The next was an hour after the second.
Your Blackberry was seated on the car charger all day today, so I’m positive your battery isn’t dead.
You’ve switched off your cell phone.
Why?
I’ve taken on a feeling of apprehension.
CALL ME.
His email came in thirty minutes ago.
Sadie,
I think I know what you are sulking about.
Your roommate, she recognized me didn’t she?
Please, don’t overthink things. Women tend to do that.
But then, you’re not like other women. That’s why I like you.
Please bear in mind that I never lied to you.
I just didn’t answer your questions with pellucidity.
That’s not lying.
Your roommate’s earlier reaction portended this.
I feared it.
You agreed not to get mad at me or ignore me.
And I agreed to be truthful to your queries. At least, I’ll try.
Just don’t eschew me. Please.
Natalio Nelson.
With a scoff followed by an eye roll, I attempted to power off my Blackberry when it buzzed with a new text message.
I can’t fall asleep.
I don’t think I will be able to, not until I hear from you.
Help me?
What did he want me to say? I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do, but avoid him. No, I wasn’t angry. Why should I be? He’s not my man. Though, I wanted him to be. But if he could lie about something that simple from the outset, then what would a relationship with him be like? How could I trust him?
I wasn’t sure how I felt. And I wasn’t sure how I should feel. I only knew that I desired Natalio in a way that I’ve never desired anyone or anything. That I couldn’t refrain from thinking about him. And that I hated and wanted to punish myself for wanting anyone that much.
Maybe I was over reacting. Maybe I was angrier about the fact that he didn’t kiss me. Maybe I just needed some time to think. Maybe I just needed him. Maybe…
Hitting the reply button, my fingers hovered over the keypad because I knew not what to type. So I sent a blank message. Hopefully that helped.
A minute later he replied.
Thank you.
Turning over on my stomach, I dragged the sheets over my head. It was not long before the Tylenol PM effectively dragged me off into oblivion.
“Return them to the sender,” I ordered.
The tall, red-haired delivery guy who was standing outside my door stared blankly at me with obsidian eyes. It was noon, and for some unknown reason, I was peevish and moody.
Unknown? Yeah, right.
The
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