Miles:
Sounds like fun…
Me:
It could be.
Go to bed. Good night.
Miles:
:) Night
I turn off the screen on my phone and go into the bunk room to get some sleep—hopefully.
Chapter 19
Miles
My anxiety is through the roof the entire way to JJ’s house. Not only because I’m going there, but everything else too. The fact we’re going to a strip club together. The memory of the last time I was there… what we did. What he said he wanted to do. I’m not worried about us having sex again, I totally will and maybe I even prepared for it, but what’s really getting to me is the outfit I chose. Audrey wouldn’t let me change, even though I wanted to.
When JJ said he was coming with me, I felt brave and went shopping to find something. I know I look good, but I’m still being shy about it. I’m nervous JJ will hate it.
I have no problem with the black skinny jeans—I wear stuff like this all the time. But the sheer pink body-fitting shirt? Yeah… I’m feeling a little self-conscious. Which is why I have myjacket buttoned up from top to bottom. And maybe the moment I walk in the door of the club, I’ll take a few shots before taking off the coat. This way I’ll feel more brave.
I pull into JJ’s driveway, parking behind his truck.
“Why is him driving a truck so hot?” I mutter to myself. It’s a silly thing, but it’s true.
I get out of the car and walk up the walkway. JJ pulls open the door before I reach it. I pause a moment, look up and give him a quick smile. He’s grinning.
“Find the place okay?”
“Yeah, it was easy enough.”
He steps aside and lets me in. I glance around the house that looks like it’s in a state of move—as in he’s moving out or moving in. Nothing about this feels like a home. It makes me feel sad for him. Being here for seven years and still not having everything set up? Something about that feels… really depressing.
“The place is a mess,” he says.
“You don’t have enough stuff to make a mess with.”
There’s nothing hanging on the walls. There are no curtains on the windows and only a couple of them have blinds. There are hardwood floors throughout and no throw rugs. One couch and a TV, no end tables, but there is a coffee table. No lamps.
“Uh… yeah.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I’m not home much.”
I know that isn’t entirely true, but I’m not going to argue with him about it or dig into his feelings. I don’t know why I want to do that all the time, anyway.
“So, where’s the bedroom?” I ask. He smirks, and I quickly add, “I just mean because of the closet…”
“Uh huh…” He walks past me and I follow behind him, trying like hell to ignore how his ass looks so perfect in those grey sweatpants that haveninety-nineacross the ass… like he didn’t do that on purpose.
We end up in a spacious bedroom. There’s nothing but a bed and one dresser—and a door to the closet. There’s enough room for a few more dressers and a much bigger bed. Plus a chair or something else to fill the space. Like a little reading nook or something.
JJ pulls open the door to a walk-in closet.
It’s mostly empty, except for the right side that has clothes hanging from hangers.
“Wow. Do you own color?” I ask as I step inside and run my hand along his hanging clothes.
