“Lucas, this is gonna be hard for her; you know that. What happened to taking it slow?”
I flip the script. “You’re the one who told her three dates, Jade. You basically pushed her into my bed, so don’t—”
“You mean myson’sbed? Without even changing the sheets, Lucas! That’s disturbing on so many levels.”
“Who said it was in Luke’s—”
“No bullshit, Lucas.”
“Fine.” I sit silently for a moment, and she doesn’t say shit either. “Tell me what to do.”
“Wait for her. Don’t send her messages. Let her come to you. And seriously, if she can’t handle you telling her you love her, don’t!”
“She told you that?” I ask, shocked as fuck.
“Of course she did.”
Again, silence takes over for too damn long.
“I do, you know.”
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“If you truly love her, love her enough to let her determine when she’s ready, and for God’s sake, don’t go screwing this up again.”
“No shit, Jade.”
“Watch it, pal. I technically have your balls in my hands right now.”
“Yeah. That’s bullshit, too, you know. This should be between her and me.”
“Says the man who is calling me, seeking information.”
“I love her.”
“Then be patient.”
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It’s been two days since I have seen or talked to her, and I am going fucking crazy.
I drove by her house, even though it was too far away from the road to see. I watched like a damn dog out the window every time I thought I heard a car pull in next door. And yeah, I was back to jerking off in the shower. At least I have a much more vivid image of her in my head now.
Logan is at school and has plans to take that girl out to dinner and a movie after ball practice, and I am driving myself crazy thinking about Tessa.
I grab my phone to text her. “Fuck it.”
I push the call button and wait for her to answer. She doesn’t, but Harper does.
“Hey, Harper, is your Mom around?”
“Just a minute. She’s packing. Let me grab her.”
“She going away?”Oh hell no!
“We’re going to South Africa for a few days.”