Page 20 of Don't Leave Me

“French toast it is,” he squeezed me tighter. “However, I do need a kiss first,” he said coyly.

I smiled as I stared at his full, luscious lips.God, he’s amazing. And he’s sweet! And amazing in bed. And funny. I like him all too much already.

“I’d like to give you more than just a kiss,” I raised an eyebrow at him, biting my lip.

His eyes widened a little. “You are, by far, my favorite person,” he smiled, then pressed his soft lips against mine.

We didn’t have breakfast until two hours later.

* * *

Jack and I started to open up about ourselves as we sat on his couch, cuddled close to one another, me still in my underwear and one of Jack’s t-shirts. I learned that he received his Master in Fine Arts at NYU, that his father died when he was 18, and his mom and brother still lived in London. I told him about growing up in Greenwich, about Yale and my cousin Emily who I had called my sister since we were three. I also confessed that my aunt Jenny, Emily’s mom, had killed herself when we were 15 and that we both took it extremely hard. Aunt Jenny was my favorite person growing up – she took me and Emily to rock concerts, she let us watch R-rated movies and took us out to eat at 3 in the morning. I only learned after her death that she had bipolar disorder and the news was shocking to me – especially after I was diagnosed.

By the evening, I hesitantly decided I needed to go home. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, even though I knew Jack wanted me to stay. He walked me to his door and wrapped his arms around me, giving me his adorable dimpled smile and staring at me in that lovable way.

“I had a wonderful time with you, Hana,” he said softly.

I smiled, biting my lip and watching his lips. “Me too,” I nodded.

“I’ll see you soon then, sweetheart?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

I nodded again, unable to keep my lips away from his any longer.

* * *

I walked into the apartment, daydreaming about Jack and my eyes full of stars.

“Hey, you,” I heard Billie announce herself, and I saw her sipping from a mug on the couch.

“Hey,” I sighed happily, throwing down my jacket and purse, making my way next to Billie on the couch.

“You and Jack disappeared last night,” she raised her eyebrows at me.

I smiled shyly, looking down at my hands.

“Yeah,” I responded vaguely.

“Well?” Billie set down her cup of coffee on the coffee table. “Are you gonna tell me all about it?” she asked with excitement.

I laughed, shaking my head. I told her all about it.

I dreamt about Michael again that night. As much as I adored Jack, Michael was still constantly on my mind. I had been drooling over Michael for the past year, and an amazing night with another amazing man still couldn’t dissuade me from my feelings for him.

8

Chapter 8

I didn’t know what to expect when I went into work Monday morning. Michael had the weekly writer’s meeting at 10:30 AM every Monday and I wondered if he would treat me any differently in front of my co-workers. I settled into my desk, writing down notes about what I had that week for Michael, and mindlessly chatted with my cubicle-mate, Cassie. Soon enough it was 10:30 and we all gathered into the conference room, me sitting in my usual spot next to Evan and Suzie, across from where Michael sat so I could always get a good view of him.

“How was your weekend?” Evan asked curiously, his dimpled smile focused on me.

“It was good. It went by way too fast,” I said with wide eyes, not wanting to go into any details.

“I know. I’m so glad we only have three works day this week,” he sighed.

Oh yeah. This week is Thanksgiving.

“Me too. What’re you plans for the holiday?”

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