intervention,” I shake my head at them. “I know you mean well. However, I’ve got this.” I smile saucily at them, then turn the handle on the door and push out of the truck.
They wait, watching to make sure I’ve gotten inside my apartment before pulling out of the lot to head to their own place.
Making sure the apartment is secure for the night, I head to my room to change into pajamas before going to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I return to my room, flipping the light switch off as I make my way to the bed and climb in. After pulling the covers up to my neck, I snuggle deeper into them, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Turning onto my right side, curling up in an S-shape, I rest my hands under my cheek as my heavy eyes finally start to close, allowing visions of Nathan to play through my thoughts. Before sleep finally claims me, I think of how I hope Nathan stars in my dreams tonight.
The guys and I make it uneventfully back to our house, ready to crash for the night.
I’m heading down the hall to my room when Holt stops me. “What’s up with you and Charlie? Did you get her number?” he asks, stifling a yawn.
Sighing, I rub a hand through my hair. “No,” I tell him honestly. “She didn’t give it to me, as much as I wanted it. She didn’t ask for mine, either.”
Tucker’s now standing in the doorway of his room, overhearing our conversation. Raising his eyebrows in shock, he asks, “Seriously? After she practically let you in her lap, she didn’t throw you a lifeline with her number? That’s messed up, dude.” Tucker lets out a chuckle, but I know he feels bad for me, too.
“You were different with her tonight. The last time you were really into someone like that, would’ve been back when you dated Heather Morgan. Right around the time your mom —” Holt trails off, making for an awkward moment.
Deciding to let it go, I’m determined to push past his words. “Yes, she turned me down, and yes—it sucked, but she did promise I could have it the next time we saw each other. And, if I recall right, you both were able to get her friends’ numbers. Which means you now have the access to make it happen,” I remind them with a grin.
A smile plays at the corners of Holt’s lips, at the idea, as he high-fives me. “Darn straight I got that saucy woman’s number. I have no doubt we’ll be seeing them again. If you want, I can get Charlie’s number for you. All you have to do is say the word, and I’m on it. Besides, I wouldn’t put it past Halley to freely give it out. I get the impression she’s already planning your wedding,” he says, cracking himself up along with Tucker.
“You’re laughing now, but with Halley’s speech, I’m pretty sure she’s not a ship passing in the night. So, you better not screw this one up.”
“Chill out. If you really plan on getting serious with Charlie,” Tucker says seriously. “Then we won’t screw it up.”
“I really don’t know what I’m doing. She’s different, and I want to get to know her better. That, I know for sure. Otherwise, I can’t promise anything — and yet, I can’t get her out of my head, either. So I’m taking a chance, and seeing what happens. That’s my plan for now.”
The guys share a look between them, but I let that go, too. I don’t want to think too deeply about what this could mean, and it doesn’t matter, anyway. We barely know each other, so for now, their point is moot. At least that’s what I tell myself . And with that thought, I’m ready to put my mind to rest, content with the possibility of Charlie dancing through my dreams.
“Let’s not get too serious or carried away here. I’m heading to bed. Just make sure you set a plan in motion with the girls, and let me know where to be,” I tell Holt. “By the way, thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Goodnight, John-boy.” Holt calls over his shoulder as he walks away to his room.
“Goodnight, Jim
They wait, watching to make sure I’ve gotten inside my apartment before pulling out of the lot to head to their own place.
Making sure the apartment is secure for the night, I head to my room to change into pajamas before going to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I return to my room, flipping the light switch off as I make my way to the bed and climb in. After pulling the covers up to my neck, I snuggle deeper into them, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Turning onto my right side, curling up in an S-shape, I rest my hands under my cheek as my heavy eyes finally start to close, allowing visions of Nathan to play through my thoughts. Before sleep finally claims me, I think of how I hope Nathan stars in my dreams tonight.
The guys and I make it uneventfully back to our house, ready to crash for the night.
I’m heading down the hall to my room when Holt stops me. “What’s up with you and Charlie? Did you get her number?” he asks, stifling a yawn.
Sighing, I rub a hand through my hair. “No,” I tell him honestly. “She didn’t give it to me, as much as I wanted it. She didn’t ask for mine, either.”
Tucker’s now standing in the doorway of his room, overhearing our conversation. Raising his eyebrows in shock, he asks, “Seriously? After she practically let you in her lap, she didn’t throw you a lifeline with her number? That’s messed up, dude.” Tucker lets out a chuckle, but I know he feels bad for me, too.
“You were different with her tonight. The last time you were really into someone like that, would’ve been back when you dated Heather Morgan. Right around the time your mom —” Holt trails off, making for an awkward moment.
Deciding to let it go, I’m determined to push past his words. “Yes, she turned me down, and yes—it sucked, but she did promise I could have it the next time we saw each other. And, if I recall right, you both were able to get her friends’ numbers. Which means you now have the access to make it happen,” I remind them with a grin.
A smile plays at the corners of Holt’s lips, at the idea, as he high-fives me. “Darn straight I got that saucy woman’s number. I have no doubt we’ll be seeing them again. If you want, I can get Charlie’s number for you. All you have to do is say the word, and I’m on it. Besides, I wouldn’t put it past Halley to freely give it out. I get the impression she’s already planning your wedding,” he says, cracking himself up along with Tucker.
“You’re laughing now, but with Halley’s speech, I’m pretty sure she’s not a ship passing in the night. So, you better not screw this one up.”
“Chill out. If you really plan on getting serious with Charlie,” Tucker says seriously. “Then we won’t screw it up.”
“I really don’t know what I’m doing. She’s different, and I want to get to know her better. That, I know for sure. Otherwise, I can’t promise anything — and yet, I can’t get her out of my head, either. So I’m taking a chance, and seeing what happens. That’s my plan for now.”
The guys share a look between them, but I let that go, too. I don’t want to think too deeply about what this could mean, and it doesn’t matter, anyway. We barely know each other, so for now, their point is moot. At least that’s what I tell myself . And with that thought, I’m ready to put my mind to rest, content with the possibility of Charlie dancing through my dreams.
“Let’s not get too serious or carried away here. I’m heading to bed. Just make sure you set a plan in motion with the girls, and let me know where to be,” I tell Holt. “By the way, thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Goodnight, John-boy.” Holt calls over his shoulder as he walks away to his room.
“Goodnight, Jim
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