Chapter Seven
Re-runs of Community or a movie.
That was the big question I was faced with right now. My thoughts were interrupted by a beep. My email. I scrambled to my feet, tripping over a rogue cup as I stumbled to my phone.
Please be Simon, please be Simon, please be Simon. Yes!
Emma,
Did you have time to read through my notes? I hope it made sense to you. I am looking forward to discussing with you.
Simon
I was so smitten. I’d been so concerned that we wouldn’t connect in person, and I couldn’t have been more wrong. I’d felt the energy between us instantly, and I think he’d felt it too. From his smile, to his amazing eyes, and right down to his personality, everything about this guy had me caught.
Simon,
I'm sure you understand I'm a very busy woman, I've spent the last twenty minutes trying to decide whether to watch old episodes of Community or the late movie. But seriously, I found your notes very insightful. I'm no longer aiming for just a pass!
Emma
My phone rang.
“Are you serious?”
It was him. My knees buckled sending me sprawling back on the couch.
“About?” I prompted.
“Community wins hands down. All the time. Besides,” He added. “The late movie stars Jennifer Lopez. That should be reason enough to avoid.”
“And if I happen to like J-Lo?” I didn't. I hated her. But that wasn't the point.
“Then I'm sorry, but our friendship is over.” He announced dramatically. I laughed.
“You’d end our friendship over J-Lo?”
“Dear Sweet Emma.” He patronized. “Many, many friendships have ended because of J-Lo. Some things are just unforgiveable. You’re lucky. I’m willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself.” He added seriously.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’ve learnt the error of my ways.” I giggled, playing along. The sound of Abed’s voice came through the phone. “You’re watching it too.” I realised, smiling.
“I happen to love this episode. I thought we could watch it together.”
“Oh that is so cute.” The words tumbled out before I could stop myself. He chuckled softly to himself.
“Shut up and watch.” He laughed. God I loved his laugh. So sexy. Like him. I couldn't concentrate on the show. All I could hear was his slow, sexy breathing. He laughed, I laughed, even though I had no idea what I was laughing about. I felt so happy when he was in my thoughts. Which was nearly all the time. I cannot remember the last time I honestly felt happy.
“So, tell me something I don't know about you.”
The show had finished, and Simon had turned his attention back to me. We had been on the phone for over an hour now, but I wasn't ready to let him go, and by the sounds of it, neither was he.
“Um. Let me think.” Something he didn't know. There was plenty that fell into that basket, none of which I was ready to share with him yet. “I can be pretty shy.” His laughter rang through my ears.
My heart literally skipped a beat.
“Em, I said something I don't know.” He sounded amused. Okay, so maybe I didn't hide my shyness as well as I thought I did. I'd have to work on that.
“What do you want to know? Ask me something. I'm not good at these games.” My voice wobbled. I was nervous. It was a risk, putting him in control like this. There were so many things he could ask that I knew would make me clam up.