JUDSON
November 8
Last night was incredible. Even though I am what seems like forever indebted to her, it was worth it. I feel like I know more about her now, her hopes, dreams, everything. Well, not everything, but we are off to a great start. I have tons of shit to do today. All I want to do anymore is spend all my days with Blake. I want her nights too, but mostly her tomorrows, sure we had sex, but I think I want more for the first time. It wasn't just sex. I know she needs time, but at this point, I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for her to realize it's not a bad thing to fall in love with me. It looks like she will head back to Tennessee, and the only thing I know for sure is she won't be able to leave without me fighting for her to stay.
The day goes by in a blur. I can't help but check my phone every 30 seconds to see if she has reached out. Four o'clock rolls around, and I'm itching to get back to the house to see if I can run into her. I pull out my phone and call Jay before heading out of the office, yes he's eighteen and perfectly capable of keeping himself alive, but I want to make sure he's doing okay and staying out of trouble.
"What's up bro," he answers.
"Just checking on you. How is your week?" I genuinely want to know but also want to make sure he isn't drinking himself to death.
"Hanging in there, my classes are hard as hell. It's too bad, I can't skip the damn things." He laughs.
"No, you can't, Jay, not if you want to remain on the football team."
The brutal reality, the main reason I wanted him to pick up a sport, to keep his ass in line.
"I know, I know. Don't get your panties in a wad, Jud." I guess I am a little overprotective. This little shit head is all I got left.
"See you on Saturday, man. Stay out of trouble, and stay out of Heather." I demand.
"It's Hanna." He laughs and hangs up. Sure it is this week. He scares me to death jumping from girl to girl. I have been there. They look at him and see money and talent. I just don't want him to get trapped. I sigh and yank my car door open.
The ride home was quick due to the anticipation of seeing Blake and the fact I was speeding. Her car is gone, and there is no sign of her as I pull into the drive. About the time I pull the door open, my phone is buzzing in my pocket.
Unknown Number.
"Hello?"
"Were you going to hide from me all day?" Her voice. I suddenly find myself with a nervous stomach.
"I've been at work. Where are you?" I hear her laugh.
"I'll give you a hint."
"I'll take it."
She laughs, "I'm trespassing." Her whisper of rebellion makes my dick grow harder.
"How far from the house are you?"
How fast can I get to her is what I really need to know. I adjust myself.
"5 minutes if you walk fast. I'm floating."
The line goes dead. I slip my trunks and Sperrys on as quick as I can, grabbing my hat and glasses off the table. I know exactly where she is.
I knew it. There she is, legs tossed up in the seat and a beer in her hand. She is trespassing on my boat, adorable. Her hair is down in big waves, and her sunglasses hide her eyes that I am so desperate to see right about now.
"Took you long enough." She pulls her glasses down her nose. I could get used to seeing her on this boat.
On my boat, At my house, In my bed. Everywhere.
"How long have you been here?" I smile at her as I make my way over to her.
"Are you gonna tell the cops?" I grab the bottom of her chin and pull her into my kiss.
"It's not trespassing if I want you here," I tell her.