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“Sorry, not sorry! I got the job!” Amy said as she grabbed his shirt, still jumping. He looked down at her hand tugging at his shirt sleeve but then smiled back at her.
“That’s great, Amy! Now let my shirt go.” He was still smiling but I don’t think he was kidding about the shirt.
Amy let go, laughing as she grabbed her Blue Moon. I grabbed mine and held it up.
“To my amazingly talented, and patient, best friend, Amy. Curator.” We clinked the tops and took a big swig. “Oh, we need to go celebrate for real. It’s on me. Where do you want to go?”
“Oh, I get to choose? And don’t have to pay?” Amy’s eyes were wandering like she was thinking of the most expensive place possible.
“Hey, you got the fancy new gig, keep it reasonable, Amy,” I said as I gave her a serious face.
“Bitch I know. Let’s go get tacos and margs! We haven’t done Mexican in forever.”
Jason had his hand at my back. “I got a few things to tie up so give me a few.”
I turned to him. “Hey, why don’t you finish up here and I’ll take Amy. It’s been a while since I hung out with her, and this is a big deal. Is that okay?”
He took a deep breath but looked down at me and smiled. “Yeah, sure. Of course. Text me when you get home?” he asked.
“Well, I thought I could come by after. I still want to see you I just want to go have some quality girl time.”
“Yeah, I’ll be done here shortly. I guess I’ll see you at my place later then. If you need me to come get you let me know.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. He gave me a kiss, but not our normal knock-my-socks-off kiss.
“Hey, you sure this okay?” I asked as I stared up into his eyes. He didn’t look mad but definitely wasn’t excited.
“Yeah, sorry. Just dealing with the DJ and stuff. Work stuff. You girls go have fun. But seriously, I can come pick you up if I need to. Just text me.” He leaned down and kissed me, this time a more familiar kiss. Still not knocking anything off, but it did send some tingles down my chest, far down into my abdomen.
I sighed, “I won’t be long. We’ll get back to that later.”
I turned and grabbed Amy as she was taking a swig. She put the bottle down and we skipped out arm in arm.
Our favorite Mexican place was a little further out of the town, so we hopped on the bus and got out of the heat. It wasn’t too long before we were at the stop a block away, so we sprinted off and went inside.
Once we were seated, I ordered a pitcher of margaritas and cheese dip immediately.
“So, tell me everything!” I practically yelled across the table once our drinks came.
“I was working an early shift at the restaurant today and my phone rang. It was slow so I took it, and it was the gallery! I almost didn’t believe it. I think I held it together until I hung up the phone, though. After that I lost it!”
I was shoveling chips and dip in but managed to mumble out, “Did you give your notice then?”
She nodded as she sipped her margarita. “Yep, my boss knew I went for it. She was super cool. She practically forced me to apply. But I gave a little over two weeks’ notice because I’ll start fresh on a Monday at the gallery. But yeah, I’m moving on up!”
The server came over and we hadn’t even looked at the menus yet. Although we both usually ordered the same thing. He offered to come back in a few minutes, so we took some time to look the menus over. Once we sat them down, we resumed out chat.
“Okay, so yay me, I got my dream job. Tell me about you and Jason. I feel like we haven’t talked in weeks,” Amy said as she finally started helping me eat some chips.
“I don’t know. It’s crazy, Amy. One minute I was thinking he didn’t even like me as a person to now-I can’t imagine not being with him. And it’s wild. I never really cared if any of the boys I dated were coming or going. But with him, I just want to be with him all the time. He’s different. It’s different. Hard to explain.”
Amy nodded, “It helps when it’s a real man and not a little boy. That’s the first difference.”
I laughed, “You’re right there. He’s definitely all man, all the time. But as burley and rough as he is, I’ve never felt more safe, and well, loved.”
Amy shot margarita across the table from her lips. “Loved? Does he love you? Oh my God, do you love him?”
“Slow down! No, he hasn’t said that. I just meant the way he is with me. It’s loving, or tender, or soft. I don’t know. Damnit, I don’t understand love, Amy! I’ve never been in love.”
