Dear Heart, I Hate You

I laughed. “Yeah, babe?”

“I can’t wait to see you. Really, you have no idea.”

Grinning, I said, “I’m pretty sure I have some sort of an idea.”

“You are so getting lucky this time,” she told me, and my dick instantly hardened at the thought of my touching her again.

When I quipped back, “Maybe I’ll come out tomorrow,” she laughed, but I wasn’t joking.

My dick wasn’t, anyway. He was seriously ready to jump on a plane tonight.

Devil in Pink Contacts

Jules

I couldn’t believe that Cal was coming out here to see me! Of course I’d wanted to see him ever since leaving Boston, but didn’t know if it would actually happen. I had no idea what it meant for us, but at this point I couldn’t have cared less. All I

could focus on was the fact that I would get to see those dreamy lips again and feel his arms around me.

I dialed Tami’s number after Cal and I got off the phone, knowing that I was far too excited for a mere text message. I needed someone to be crazy happy along with me.

“Hey!” she answered, the traffic noise in the background telling me she was driving.

“I just got off the phone with Cal, and guess what?”

“Um, he loves you? He can’t live another day without your sweet loving? He’s moving? What?”

I shook my head as she rattled off crazy answers that I’d all but asked for when I suggested she guess. “He’s coming out here!”

She whooped so loudly, the speaker cut out for a moment before her voice returned. “Shut up! Oh my God, when? For how long?”

“He’ll be here in two weeks. Just for the weekend.” Lost in thought, I absentmindedly tugged at the fabric on my comforter. It felt like a dream.

“Shit, Jules, are you dying?”

“I’m so freaking excited, I feel like I could do anything right now,” I said with a laugh.

“That’s adorable,” she said, her tone sugary sweet.

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not. This is awesome. I can’t believe I get to finally meet this guy,” she said before stopping abruptly. “Wait! I do get to meet him, don’t I?”

I hadn’t thought about any of the logistics yet. Would it make Cal uncomfortable to meet my best friend? What if he thought I was moving too fast? I hated not knowing where we stood and didn’t want to ask him in case it pushed him away. The last thing I wanted was for Cal to feel pressured and call this whole thing off.

“I don’t know,” I said, bracing for her reaction.

“You don’t know? Give me one good reason why I can’t meet him!”

“Because I haven’t even thought about what we’re going to do yet,” I said. “What if meeting you freaks him out?”

“Why? Because I’m so awesome and hot? I know, it’s intimidating.”

I laughed. “Yes to all of those things. But what if he thinks meeting my best friend is moving things a little too fast?”

“If he thinks that, then he’s an asshole, Jules. Seriously. I want to meet him. We’ll go out one night. Either to dinner or to a club. Shit, two weeks, you said?”

When a tapping sound started up in the background, I scolded her. “Do not text and drive, Tami!”