Page 41 of Savage in the Sheets
“I don’t think I did. I mean, I was never jealous of any of his hookups.”
“Could he feel the same way?”
“Nope. Never. Weston Singer is not a one-woman kind of man.”
My phone vibrates with a message from Angela.
“Thanks for letting me vent, El,” I say in earnest. It’s funny how a conversation I had been dreading ended up being so insightful.
“Anytime.” He casts me a wink and exits my office.
I open Angela’s text.
Angela:I’m sorry I’ve been out. I need to hear EVERYTHING!
Weston
“Hey, you wanna go out for a drink tonight?” Gabe calls from my office doorway.
I stretch my arms, looking at the pile of work I have to plow through. “I don’t know, man. I’m swamped.”
“Oh, come on! Monday Funday!”
I arc a brow. “Isn’t it supposed to be Sunday Funday?”
“What does it matter? We’ll go to that new bar, Perks. The one all the college girls like to go to. They love you.”
My eyes move from Gabe to my work, then back to Gabe. “Sorry, man, I’m gonna have to pass.”
He huffs as he leaves, but I’m glad to be rid of him.
Every other week it would have been a no-brainer—go to Perks and leave with whichever woman would likely provide the greatest distraction for the evening.
But for some reason, that doesn’t appeal to me.
Or rather, for a very curious reason.
Ever since our encounter on Friday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Jenna. It started before I even left her apartment. I was trying to obsessively memorize every line of her body as she pulled on her pajamas. That night, I barely got any sleep.
It’s not at all abnormal for me to shoot her a text at 3 a.m., asking her what she’s doing or even if she wants to come over and watch a movie.
But that wasn’t an option. Not with our agreed upon radio silence—which is wholly my fault.
Instead, I caught up on work, went out with some friends, and sat up at night trying to figure out what the hell is going on with me.
And I think I have a pretty good guess.
It seems that as I’m closing in on thirty, I’ve fallen in love for the first time. Up until now, I’ve always been driven by lust.
But Jenna makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Warm, painful things that have burrowed so deeply inside of me, they’re now a part of me. Forever. And it’s terrifying that these feelings will never go away.
I’ve always loved Jenna, but it was never a romantic love. In fact, I didn’t think it was really possible for me to be physically attracted to her, despite her being all kinds of hot.
Yeah, I said that. Sometimes, even I have a hard time believing how stupid I can be.
I pull out my phone, wondering if I should risk a text. It’s not like she’ll be mad at me. If anything, she’ll laugh and accost me for breaking a rule that I made.
But that will only lead me to wanting to see her. And once I see her, I don’t know if I can stop myself.
