I had an amazing night.” He kisses me gently on the lips.
“Thank you, Blake. It was fun.” He kisses my forehead then walks out.
I watch him get into the backseat of the waiting town car. Has that poor driver just been sitting out there this whole time I wonder? I smile at the car, fully knowing he is not going to tell the driver to go until I close the door. Seriously, his chivalry knows no bounds. I shake my head then close and lock the door. I look out of the peephole, and sure enough, the car starts to go. I turn my back to the door and find Roger staring at me. He has never seen a man other than Joey and my grandfather in my house. He is probably so confused. Shit, he can join the club.
“Come on, Roger, let’s go to bed. Mommy is spent for one day.” Roger happily follows me to my room and hops onto his side of the now messy bed. I go to the bathroom and do my bedtime ritual of washing my face and brushing my teeth. Once complete, I drag myself to bed and am out before I know it.
I wake up at six thirty; it’s an issue I have. I cannot sleep in to save my life. No matter how late I am up the night before or how tired I am, I wake before seven am. It’s a curse really. I stretch as I make my way to the bathroom. Ugh, I’m surprisingly sore. I usually don’t get sore. Hmm, Blake must be larger than I gave him credit for, and that’s saying something. Roger is whining at the bathroom door, desperate for a run. There goes my lazy Sunday morning. I brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. “All right, Roger, you win. Let me get dressed.” I pat his head then I make my way over to my dresser to change into my running clothes.
Roger and I are out of the house by seven. At the foot of the stairs, I make Roger wait while I pick a new Pandora station on my phone. JoJo says I’m weird because I run to slow music, but it calms me. Today I pick Sia Radio. She is my favorite artist and all songs on this station are calming. Once my headphones are in place, I’m ready. “Left or right, Roger?” I ask even though I have an idea he is going to break routine and go right again. Yep, he heads to the right. We find our pace like usual and head off.
This early on a Sunday morning is so tranquil. There is no one out, minimal cars on the road, and just me, my dog, and my thoughts. I scan my surroundings a lot this morning, perhaps hoping I’ll see Blake pop out of a bush or something. I know it’s wishful thinking on my part and that’s what scares me. I’ve never wanted to just run into a man, literally in this case. Don’t get me wrong, there have been plenty of guys I’ve wanted sexually on many occasions, but with Blake, I don’t know what it is. I want more than sex. We have this connection. He gets my sense of humor, something that most men don’t. I’ve been told I’m rather blunt, and apparently, men don’t like that. Blake goes with it, always ready with a comeback. I don’t remember having this much fun with a man other than JoJo in a long time. It’s a troubling thought. I don’t do relationships, so I need to back the fuck off this guy before I do something stupid. Or before he hurts me emotionally, and I don’t do well with emotional hurt. I’ve been through enough of that in my life.
Roger and I make it back home without incident, but I find I am disappointed I didn’t run into Blake. Fuck, I have it bad. What? Do I expect him to run with me every day? Wouldn’t that have been creepy if I did run into him? Yes, very creepy. Okay, enough of that. I feed Roger breakfast then head to my room. Figuring I have to fill my day before I spend it thinking about Blake any more, I hurriedly call JoJo to make plans.
“Hey, JoJo!” I squeal into the phone.
“Ugh, baby girl, not all of us wake up at the ass crack of dawn like you,” he grumbles back at me.
“It’s eight am, hardly early. I’ve been up since six thirty, you’re lucky I didn’t call you then,” I
“Thank you, Blake. It was fun.” He kisses my forehead then walks out.
I watch him get into the backseat of the waiting town car. Has that poor driver just been sitting out there this whole time I wonder? I smile at the car, fully knowing he is not going to tell the driver to go until I close the door. Seriously, his chivalry knows no bounds. I shake my head then close and lock the door. I look out of the peephole, and sure enough, the car starts to go. I turn my back to the door and find Roger staring at me. He has never seen a man other than Joey and my grandfather in my house. He is probably so confused. Shit, he can join the club.
“Come on, Roger, let’s go to bed. Mommy is spent for one day.” Roger happily follows me to my room and hops onto his side of the now messy bed. I go to the bathroom and do my bedtime ritual of washing my face and brushing my teeth. Once complete, I drag myself to bed and am out before I know it.
I wake up at six thirty; it’s an issue I have. I cannot sleep in to save my life. No matter how late I am up the night before or how tired I am, I wake before seven am. It’s a curse really. I stretch as I make my way to the bathroom. Ugh, I’m surprisingly sore. I usually don’t get sore. Hmm, Blake must be larger than I gave him credit for, and that’s saying something. Roger is whining at the bathroom door, desperate for a run. There goes my lazy Sunday morning. I brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. “All right, Roger, you win. Let me get dressed.” I pat his head then I make my way over to my dresser to change into my running clothes.
Roger and I are out of the house by seven. At the foot of the stairs, I make Roger wait while I pick a new Pandora station on my phone. JoJo says I’m weird because I run to slow music, but it calms me. Today I pick Sia Radio. She is my favorite artist and all songs on this station are calming. Once my headphones are in place, I’m ready. “Left or right, Roger?” I ask even though I have an idea he is going to break routine and go right again. Yep, he heads to the right. We find our pace like usual and head off.
This early on a Sunday morning is so tranquil. There is no one out, minimal cars on the road, and just me, my dog, and my thoughts. I scan my surroundings a lot this morning, perhaps hoping I’ll see Blake pop out of a bush or something. I know it’s wishful thinking on my part and that’s what scares me. I’ve never wanted to just run into a man, literally in this case. Don’t get me wrong, there have been plenty of guys I’ve wanted sexually on many occasions, but with Blake, I don’t know what it is. I want more than sex. We have this connection. He gets my sense of humor, something that most men don’t. I’ve been told I’m rather blunt, and apparently, men don’t like that. Blake goes with it, always ready with a comeback. I don’t remember having this much fun with a man other than JoJo in a long time. It’s a troubling thought. I don’t do relationships, so I need to back the fuck off this guy before I do something stupid. Or before he hurts me emotionally, and I don’t do well with emotional hurt. I’ve been through enough of that in my life.
Roger and I make it back home without incident, but I find I am disappointed I didn’t run into Blake. Fuck, I have it bad. What? Do I expect him to run with me every day? Wouldn’t that have been creepy if I did run into him? Yes, very creepy. Okay, enough of that. I feed Roger breakfast then head to my room. Figuring I have to fill my day before I spend it thinking about Blake any more, I hurriedly call JoJo to make plans.
“Hey, JoJo!” I squeal into the phone.
“Ugh, baby girl, not all of us wake up at the ass crack of dawn like you,” he grumbles back at me.
“It’s eight am, hardly early. I’ve been up since six thirty, you’re lucky I didn’t call you then,” I
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