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FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 12.1
He closed the gap then, his lips already familiar, like they’d imprinted on my soul. He pulled back much quicker than I would have liked.“Get some sleep. You were magnificent in there today.”And then he was gone, walking to his car and leaving me feeling like I’d drunk a thousand of those brown sugar lattes I loved so much and would never sleep again. I got into my car and drove home, not even seeing the road around me. Not exactly safe, but I’d shifted into some kind of dream world where a man like Boston was crazy for me and nothing bad could touch me ever again. I pulled into my driveway and grinned like a mad woman when I saw Frank wasn’t out on his porch to greet me. See? Things had already changed for the better. Boston had magic lips.“Hey, wine princess.”The voice of my best friend, somewhere in the dark, had me jumping so high I almost twisted an ankle as I stepped out of the car.“Ash?” I hissed into the dark, gaze darting around until I found her sitting on my welcome ma
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 13. Boston
The high I was on as I walked El to her car, kissed her again, and then drove myself home to my condo lasted about twenty more minutes. Long enough to chat once more with my mother to agree that things had gone stunningly well, long enough to pour myself a beer to celebrate that I’d finally asked out the woman I wanted and that she seemed to potentially want me back, and long enough to be reminded in the most painful way possible that I’d been untruthful with her.She still wanted to go out with Chad.I sat in the wingback leather chair in my living room in the dark, facing the wall of windows that overlooked the river outside and stared at my phone as if it had betrayed me.In reality, I was the one doing all the betraying. The only way to fix this was to break it off, to make the Chad problem go away.The funny thing was that I hadn’t even talked to Chad since the festival. We saw each other once every couple months when we both had time, had a few drinks and reminisced about our ch
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 13.1
“Yep,” I said, walking her down the hallway and toward the supply closet at the end. She was wearing heels again, and they clicked along the tile, matching the beat of my heart. “Just right on in here, miss, uh, Watson.”El shot me a mischievous smile over her shoulder and stepped inside the large closet as I flicked on the light and pulled the door shut behind us.“Sir,” she said in a low voice. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a ploy to get me alone.”My entire body responded to the thought of having her alone, and I stepped closer, dropping my hands to her perfect waist. “I miss you,” I whispered as she pressed herself against me.“Oh,” she said, registering the firmness of my body against hers. “So the rulers really are kept in here,” she joked.“Sorry,” I said, stepping back so she couldn’t feel the ruler-like bulge in my trousers.She shook her head slowly, staring up into my eyes. “You do the same thing to me,” she whispered.That did it. I pulled her closer and too
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 14. Isabel
I wanted the high back, that glow I’d felt after the winery opening when Boston had kissed me and when I felt like nothing could ever penetrate my happy bubble. I’d texted Boston last night and it hadn’t gone through, giving birth to more dragons in my stomach. I’d gone back and forth with Ashley until she was ready to block my phone number. Did he give me the wrong number on purpose? And if so, what was that all about? Why was he so weird about his phone number? Something just wasn’t adding up.I’d had a sinking feeling in my stomach all day, which I chalked up to nerves about the date. Ever the glass-half-full kind of girl, I’d strapped on my best heels, layered on three kinds of deodorant, and escaped off to the date with only a single wolf whistle from Frank. I told myself over and over that the phone number thing was just a mistake. A simple error writing down the number. Boston had looked into my eyes outside the restaurant and I’d settled down. Everything was fine.And then Cha
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 14.1
“In fact, I’m the one who needs to apologize to you. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell you, but for the life of me, I couldn't do it. I couldn't stand the idea of you being hurt.” He tugged on his collar again while I frowned in confusion. “You see, I saw you and Chad at the wine festival. When I caught up with him afterward, he told me you asked for his number.”My face burned. Boston had known this whole time I was texting with Chad? Shoot me now. I should have suspected. They were friends, after all. Chad had probably been telling Boston all about our texts.“I didn’t want him around you, because even back then I worried about you more than I should. And when he gave you his number?”I waited. Whatever was coming next couldn’t be good. “He didn’t,” he said quietly.“He did,” I argued, even though I was starting to realize something was very wrong here.“He didn’t. He gave you mine.” My mind spun. What?“He told me right after that he gave you my number. I had no idea w
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 15. Boston
Well, that had gone even worse than I’d feared it might.I hastily threw a wad of bills on the table and rushed to the front door, hoping to catch El and explain things. Again. But in a way that didn’t make me sound like such a moronic idiot. Which, I realized, might actually be impossible.The front doors swung open just as I reached them, a very large man essentially blocking my exit.“Pardon,” he chirped at me, stepping inside with a small army at his back.I wasn’t sure if he was hosting a family reunion at this restaurant or something, but the timing could not have been any worse. I stood aside as what appeared to be thirty people swarmed in the doors, making it utterly impossible to exit. They crammed into the small space before the hostess stand, smashing themselves together and pressing me into a corner.“Excuse me, son,” an older woman said as her bosoms literally pinned me to the wall. “My, it’s tight in here, isn’t it?” The woman was almost astall as her companion, putting
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 15.1
“So . . .” I said on a breath, picturing the many, many angry faces I’d have to handle as I explained to the high-end restaurants throughout Napa and the surrounding areas that there’d be no Santa Barbara pinot noir and Syrah, no Paso Robles Rhone blends for a while. This was turning into a pretty awful month for West Wines.“So, just wanted to let you know.” Lincoln turned and went back around the corner, back to his part time gig in the warehouse. I envied him. Today was one of the days I didn’t want to be in charge, didn’t want to try to carry the world on my shoulders.I slumped over my arms, trying to regain my footing. I needed to think. What would Dad do? He was always coming up with on-the-spot solutions for crises when he was running things.But my brain didn’t seem to want to work.I kept picturing El, walking away with Chad. Or seeing her face as she told me she was falling for me, but still walked away seconds later. I felt empty and drained, exhausted and hollow. I didn’t
FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING 16. Isabel
My body clock was still on an accountant’s schedule. I woke up the next morning bright and early, which was super annoying when all I wanted to do was to pull the covers over my head and sleep in. My body ached like I’d put myself through one of those bootcamps that looked so fun from the outside but was actually just organized torture. My abs hurt from laughing at Chad, my head hurt from crying myself to sleep when I couldn’t stop thinking of Boston, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fit any rings on my fingers today after eating an unadvised number of hotdogs last night. For a skinny guy, Chad sure could pound the dogs. He’d eaten twenty before tapping out while I’d been one step away from running to the bathroom to puke after the first ten.Note to self: an all you can eat hotdog place was not recommended for a date.I had to be at work by three to pour wines for people looking for an after-work escape. I also wanted to start talking to Pam about getting out and selling the
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