I rubbed my vanilla and honey body butter all over my skin, smiling when I remembered how much Jamison said he enjoyed the scent. Then I slipped on a sheer nightgown. Tonight, it felt especially sensual against my skin after my night with Jamison, the silky fabric sliding over my thighs reminding me of his touch.
Was he thinking about me too, or was this a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am type of deal?
I sobered a little.
What if I were mooning over a man who had already moved on mentally, slotting the evening under "a pleasant hookup," and then going about his life as if nothing happened?
"Do not get attached," I muttered to myself as I gathered my hair into a high ponytail. I then tied a blue and gold scarf turban style around my head.
Getting attached to Jamison Harris would be a bad move. The sex had been amazing. Mind-blowing. But he hadn't made any mention of us seeing each other again.
My phone buzzed. Already under the covers, I leaned over to check the screen and saw a missed call from Jamison, which he had followed up with a text.
My heart did an Olympic-worthy somersault.
So much for not getting attached.
Jamison: I know I'm not supposed to be on my phone in bed, but I had to make sure you got home safely.
How sweet of him.
Me: Made it home fine. Currently in bed right now, about to go to sleep. Blossom gave me the third degree for coming in late.
I hit send before I suffered from Jamison-type overthinking.
Jamison: Uh oh. Are you in trouble?
I could practically hear the laughter in his text.
Me: I'm grown.
Jamison: So should I assume you're not going to tell her what happened tonight?
I stared at the screen, unsure how to respond. I hadn't planned to tell my daughter, but was he suggesting I should? Or was he hoping I wouldn't?
Instead of answering, I posed my own question: Are you telling Manuel?
He didn't respond right away, probably thinking about the answer the same way I had been.
The three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. I held my breath.
Jamison: I don't have plans to.
Relief flooded through me, maybe because I wasn't sure where our "relationship" was going.
Me: I don't plan to tell Blossom.
Jamison: Seems we're in agreement.
Me: Yes.
We were good at being in agreement when we were alone, apparently. Very good.
Jamison: I had a great time tonight. I'm not just talking about, you know.
I smiled.
Me: I did too.
