Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) by E.S. Carter Page A
Authors: E.S. Carter
Tags: Romance
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sudden decision to fill my place when I leave next week.
I clear my throat and avoid eye contact with everyone as I gingerly stand and reach for the vase.
“I… umm, I need to go get changed for my shift tonight. I’ll see you all later.”
My obvious embarrassment is all the reason they need to begin laughing at my expense and as I turn on my heels to walk away Liv calls over her shoulder.
“You’re such a party pooper Em, I’m texting you later for all the details, don’t even think about ignoring your phone.”
I keep walking offering her no reply as I leave the club, still clutching the card to my chest.
I want to rip it open right here and devour his words but that’s just crazy. He’s only been gone a day and I’m already sulking over his absence like a love sick puppy.
Jumping into the nearest taxi because there’s no way I am walking the streets carrying this huge display, I give the driver my address and sink into the seat, inhaling the sweet fragrance that envelopes me.
The card, still clutched tightly in my hand, burns into my skin, begging me to open it.
I have no self control when it comes to anything to do with Jake, so I place the vase between my knees, freeing both my hands to tear open the card.
Emma,
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but all I feel right now is lonely.
It’s a foreign feeling for me as I have always found strength in being alone, not relying on anyone else, not missing the company of another person.
Until you.
Am I crazy to be feeling this way? Probably.
Am I crazy to be telling you? Definitely.
I crave to touch your skin, yearn to look into your eyes but what I hunger for more than anything right now, is to hear your voice.
Hearing your voice would be far better than having you touch me, for it is your voice that touches my soul.
Call me tonight after work.
J x
O h. My. God
I. Can’t. Breathe.
I read the note over and over again until I know the words by heart and the driver is telling me that we have reached our destination.
On shaky legs I leave taxi, carefully carrying my flowers as though they were a precious, priceless heirloom.
I have no recollection of opening the door to my apartment and putting the flowers on the coffee table. The next thing I am aware of is my phone vibrating in my pocket, as I lie width ways across my bed, with my head dangling over the edge and my hair spilling all over the floor.
Spill it Campbell
A giddy laugh escapes my lips as I read Liv’s text from my upside down position across the bed.
I’m not sure if it’s the blood rushing to my head that’s making me feel this way, or Jake’s words weaving into my body and soul but I feel as high as a kite and as light as air.
I am flying
T hose are the three nonsensical words that I manage to text back to Liv.
A few seconds later I get the reply.
That good? Bloody hell Em I think u need 2 strap on some wings & get ready 2 soar.
I’m sooooooooo happy for u!!!! Full details later, don’t skimp on the juicy stuff!
A nother giggle bubbles out of my chest and I feel like a teenager dreaming about her first crush.
Nothing has ever made me feel this euphoric before. God I could happily stay drunk in this moment forever.
I finally drag myself up off the bed, still smiling like a lovesick fool and head into the bathroom to take a shower, grabbing my iPod on the way.
I hit shuffle and link it with my Bluetooth speakers before stripping off and diving under the warm spray. A song begins by one of my favourite bands and I get caught up in the infectious melody.
Yes I do believe ‘The Dog Days are Over’ thank you for reminding me Florence and The Machine.
N othing makes a room feel emptier, even when it’s full, than missing that one person who should be in it.
I have only been in London twelve hours. Twelve fucking crazy and chaotic hours.
I was mobbed by the paparazzi when I finally
I clear my throat and avoid eye contact with everyone as I gingerly stand and reach for the vase.
“I… umm, I need to go get changed for my shift tonight. I’ll see you all later.”
My obvious embarrassment is all the reason they need to begin laughing at my expense and as I turn on my heels to walk away Liv calls over her shoulder.
“You’re such a party pooper Em, I’m texting you later for all the details, don’t even think about ignoring your phone.”
I keep walking offering her no reply as I leave the club, still clutching the card to my chest.
I want to rip it open right here and devour his words but that’s just crazy. He’s only been gone a day and I’m already sulking over his absence like a love sick puppy.
Jumping into the nearest taxi because there’s no way I am walking the streets carrying this huge display, I give the driver my address and sink into the seat, inhaling the sweet fragrance that envelopes me.
The card, still clutched tightly in my hand, burns into my skin, begging me to open it.
I have no self control when it comes to anything to do with Jake, so I place the vase between my knees, freeing both my hands to tear open the card.
Emma,
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but all I feel right now is lonely.
It’s a foreign feeling for me as I have always found strength in being alone, not relying on anyone else, not missing the company of another person.
Until you.
Am I crazy to be feeling this way? Probably.
Am I crazy to be telling you? Definitely.
I crave to touch your skin, yearn to look into your eyes but what I hunger for more than anything right now, is to hear your voice.
Hearing your voice would be far better than having you touch me, for it is your voice that touches my soul.
Call me tonight after work.
J x
O h. My. God
I. Can’t. Breathe.
I read the note over and over again until I know the words by heart and the driver is telling me that we have reached our destination.
On shaky legs I leave taxi, carefully carrying my flowers as though they were a precious, priceless heirloom.
I have no recollection of opening the door to my apartment and putting the flowers on the coffee table. The next thing I am aware of is my phone vibrating in my pocket, as I lie width ways across my bed, with my head dangling over the edge and my hair spilling all over the floor.
Spill it Campbell
A giddy laugh escapes my lips as I read Liv’s text from my upside down position across the bed.
I’m not sure if it’s the blood rushing to my head that’s making me feel this way, or Jake’s words weaving into my body and soul but I feel as high as a kite and as light as air.
I am flying
T hose are the three nonsensical words that I manage to text back to Liv.
A few seconds later I get the reply.
That good? Bloody hell Em I think u need 2 strap on some wings & get ready 2 soar.
I’m sooooooooo happy for u!!!! Full details later, don’t skimp on the juicy stuff!
A nother giggle bubbles out of my chest and I feel like a teenager dreaming about her first crush.
Nothing has ever made me feel this euphoric before. God I could happily stay drunk in this moment forever.
I finally drag myself up off the bed, still smiling like a lovesick fool and head into the bathroom to take a shower, grabbing my iPod on the way.
I hit shuffle and link it with my Bluetooth speakers before stripping off and diving under the warm spray. A song begins by one of my favourite bands and I get caught up in the infectious melody.
Yes I do believe ‘The Dog Days are Over’ thank you for reminding me Florence and The Machine.
N othing makes a room feel emptier, even when it’s full, than missing that one person who should be in it.
I have only been in London twelve hours. Twelve fucking crazy and chaotic hours.
I was mobbed by the paparazzi when I finally
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