It’s like you’ve marked every square inch of my home with your presence. It should scare me to think this. Maybe I’m losing my mind? Maybe I’m not, and I’m just a little twisted.
Last night, I fell asleep on the couch again. And I could have sworn my dream felt so real. My head on your lap, your thumb in my mouth while I sucked on it. I woke up so wet dreaming about it that I was almost sure I’d had an accident. All from imagining your fingers stroking my torso and playing with my nipples for so long, so intensely, I came in my dreams.
I’m sick in the head. I need to go out. Meet new people.
I can take a hint. You’re not interested. You’re literally sitting three tables away and haven’t looked at me once.
I slammed the pen down on the journal with frustration, then shut the journal, shoved it into my backpack, and grabbed my things.Why am I doing this to myself?Crushing over a guy who couldn’t seem to get it together enough to approach me? Pining, even dreaming of the guy sneaking into my place? The dream had been so real I could have sworn I woke up to the scent of his cologne clinging to the air in my living room. I’d almost convinced myself that the seat next to me had been warm when I’d woken up.
Of course, it would be warm! I’d laid my head on it!
My phone started to ring, and I picked it up
“Hey!” Jackie, my youngest sister, said.
“Hi, you’re on speaker,” I let her know because Jackie was a wild card.
“Did you think about the speed-dating thing?” She went right to it, and I rolled my eyes.
“Jack,” I groaned.
“What? I think this would be a cool thing for you to do.” The excitement was clear in her voice.
“Me? Wait, you’re not doing it?”
“I am! I’m helping promote it, and I’ll be shooting content, but I was thinking… Maybe meeting some new guys wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Better than stalking you know who on social media.”
“Ohmygod,” I gasped, trying to avoid looking behind me, where I knew Austin was still sitting.
“What? You know it’s true!” she doubled down because as my little sister, that’s exactly what she would do. “You won’t even go to the brewery to stalk him in person like everyone else in town does.”
“Jackie, you’re on speaker,” I hissed, shaking my head.
“Who cares? No one cares, Liz.”
“Jack—“
“Speed dating! Do it,” she urged. I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t think speed dating is for me.”
“How would you know unless you try?” I was pretty sure she got this mantra from me after me saying those exact words to her countless times when she was in school.
“Do you have a quota of how many tickets you need to sell or something?” She giggled on the other end of the line.
“Maybe. But that isn’t the point. You haven’t been on a date in how long?” I could feel Austin’s blue eyes burning into the back of my neck.
“That isn’t the point. Speed dating isn’t for me. I’m not very people-y this year.”
“Fine. What about the bachelor auction?” she suggested. “The money they’re raising is going to help out the library. You could bid on a hot guy who’s good with his hands, and you could finally get your house painted. We could sit around and watch him do it while we drink margaritas. Make a day of it.”
“Jackie,” I groaned, even though it wasn’t a horrible idea.
“I heard a couple of firemen are on the lineup. Oh, and the hot owner guy from the resort? He’s up for grabs.”
“I don’t think so, Jack.”
“Oh! Or entering a picnic basket for yourself. Have one of the guys in town bid on the cookies in your basket.”
