Page 62 of Entirely Yours
What are you up to? Can we FaceTime with Chloe before she goes to bed?
Can’t tonight… I have a date
Mags
If this is with someone other than Jules, I stgThea *knife emoji*
Calm your tits woman, of course it’s with Jules
Mags
Good. I’ve seen the pictures, that man is fiiiiiiiine
A loud knock sounds from the front door. Dad and Chloe went to the Bardot’s house for dinner tonight so I wait for Jules to answer the door. A few moments later, another knock comes. I poke my head out of the bathroom. “Jules, can you get that?”
Silence.
Where the hell did Jules go?
I stomp my way over to the door, a clip holding up the hair I haven’t had a chance to curl yet. A third knock happens right when I get there, so I fling the door open wondering who the heck is so impatient.
“Who is it—” Any other words die on my lips as I stare at arguably the most gorgeous man to ever walk the planet.
Julienmother fuckingBardot is standing in front of me wearing a button-down shirt rolled up to expose his thirst-trap forearms and a pair of jeans that hug him in all the right places. In one hand, he holds a bouquet of red roses—his own rose tattoo peeking out behind the real flowers.
“You look beautiful,” he breathes.
“I’m not ready yet.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He scrubs his hand over his trimmed beard as his eyes rove over my body. He steps over the threshold, invading every inch of my space. “I think I’m supposed to wait until the end of the date, but I’d really like to kiss you now, if that’s okay with you.”
I barely nod before his lips are on mine. I have only a moment to enjoy it before he’s pulled back. Stepping toward him, I attempt to get back to his lips, but I’m met with a chuckle. “Later, Rosie girl. Go finish getting ready.”
I sulk back to the bathroom and am greeted with a string of unread texts from Maggie.
Mags
Have fun! but not too much fun!
Actually, I guess *that* doesn’t matter much at this point
Are y’all already having fun?? *wink emoji*
Never mind don’t answer that
Gracious Magnolia, what are you on tonight?!
He just showed up at the door of his own house to pick me up with a bouquet of red roses
Mags
SWOON
Swoon is right. I put my phone down and quickly finish my hair, also taking the time to touch up my lipstick. Jules greets me when I walk into the living room. He’s already put the bouquet in a vase, and I watch as he unties his hair and ties it back up again.
“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me,” I say, alerting him to my presence.
He sighs, a little smile curving across his lips. “There’s no ‘just’ about it, Thea. It’s you.”
