The night had been special for many reasons, and it was the best night I'd had in a long time. Dinner, dancing, and deep conversations with laughter sprinkled in. I laughed at his jokes, and he laughed at mine, particularly my story about the time I had accidentally ordered five thousand ginseng tinctures instead of fifty. An absolute nightmare, but I didn't mind sharing my mistakes with him.
Jamison: Good night.
Me: Good night.
I replaced my phone on the nightstand and stared up at the fan above my bed.
Moving forward, were we going to pretend tonight didn't happen and go back to being cordial acquaintances whose children were getting married? Could we? More importantly—did I want to?
Turning onto my side, I twisted into a more comfortable position and closed my eyes.
There was no point in dwelling on possibilities. I couldn't predict the future, so I simply had to wait and see what the universe had in store for us. For tonight, I'd hold onto the memory of Jamison's hands on my body, the look of adoration in his gray eyes, his mouth on mine, and the husky way he said my name, as if I were extremely special.
I hadn't felt special in a long time, so long I had forgotten the quiet pleasure of it. I intended to savor this feeling.
For now.
Chapter 22
Tallulah
Iscrolled through the slides of my presentation on the computer as I stood behind the counter at work. Tyler, Leslie, and I had a meeting with the landlord, and they had elected me to take the lead.
Yay.
I had assumed Tyler would jump at the chance to be the leader since he had initially organized our first business owners' meeting. Unfortunately, he seemed intimidated by the idea of speaking to the landlord on behalf of the group, so I guess it was going to be me.
The door opened, temporarily letting in the sounds from the plaza outside. I looked up and froze.
Jamison stood in the doorway in a charcoal suit, holding a small paper sack in one hand. I didn't know whether to be happy or upset.
Four days had passed.
Four days since I left his condo in the middle of the night, thoroughly satisfied and wondering what would happen next.
Four days since we communicated by text.
Four days of me not obsessing over whether sleeping with him had been a mistake because I don't obsess. I go with the flow. Yeah, right.
"Hello, Jamison," I said, proud that my voice came out steady and warm. "What are you doing here?"
He strolled over and placed the bag on the counter. "You left something at my place."
I opened the sack, suspecting I already knew what was inside. One of my bangles had been missing since my night at his condo. I knew for certain I had been wearing it, so I must have lost it at his place, but I had hesitated to reach out.
I lifted out my aqua blue bangle and slipped it onto my wrist with the multicolored collection I was wearing. "Thank you. You didn't have to come all the way here to drop this off. You could've m–"
"Mailed it. I know. Or sent it through Blossom."
I looked up at him with renewed interest. "But you didn't."
"No."
We eyed each other across the counter as if we were alone, though there were two people browsing inside the store. My mind immediately went to the hours we had spent together wearing significantly fewer clothes and how he had made me throb and ache and surrender to his will.
Jamison watched my mouth in the same way he had right before he kissed me in his living room.
One of us had to say something, so I did. "How have you been?"
