Page 22 of A Shot at Love
Within a few minutes, her muscles tightened and she quietly cried out as her release washed over her like the water from the shower head above her. Her body shuddered as she drew her hand away and planted it on the wall next to the other one.
“Shit…” She panted, laughing a little at herself at the unexpectedness of it all.
If that’s how good it felt when all she did was think about Jules…how good might it feel if she ever got the chance to actually be with her in a moment of intimacy? The likelihood of that ever happening was slim to none.
After her shower, she pulled on some fresh clothes and sat down in her living room with a cup of tea. She looked around the space that she’d yet to fill with much of anything aside from the essentials and an idea popped into her head.
Jules was just as new to this building as she was and maybe that meant they were both living on the side of bare necessities so without a second thought, she messaged the person she’d been spending far too much time thinking about lately.
Frankie – 5:15PM
Hey!Feel like taking a trip to IKEA with me this weekend? I'll drive and maybe I'll let you pick themusic :)
Jules – 5:18PM
Isn’t the Halifax IKEA like ten minutes away? That means, what, I get…maybe four songs?
Frankie laughed and she snuggled deeper into her couch cushions, taking a sip of peppermint tea as she considered her reply.
Frankie – 5:20PM
Four songs can feel like a lifetime if you pick the right ones.
And with the right person along for the ride beside you, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
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Frankie - 5:20PM
Four songs can feel like a lifetime if you pick the right ones.
The message stared back at Jules and she smiled as she read it over and over again.
It was kind of silly, to be having a conversation like this when they lived in the same building but Jules didn’t mind. It was a lot easier to be witty, to be funny and maybe even flirty over the phone because it meant she couldn’t get distracted by Frankie’s mossy green eyes, couldn’t stare at the way her lips curved up when she smiled, couldn't try to map the freckles that dotted her nose.
Jules - 5:23PM
Very wise.
Help me pick the right music then. What kind of music do you like?
She wanted to know more about Frankie and music seemed like an easy place to start, a level of friendship that didn’t come with any pressure. The three little dots danced at the bottom of the screen for a few moments then stopped before a new message popped up.
Frankie – 5:25PM
Wow…Jules.
You’re asking the tough questions but for your information, I'm a big fan of indie pop rock. Maggie Rogers, The Beaches, stuff like that.
Acting on complete and utter impulse, Jules tapped on Frankie’s name then hit the call button. The phone rang three times before the line connected and she realized what she’d done. She closed her eyes and lightly smacked herself on the forehead.
“You better not be calling me to tell me you hate my taste in music,” Frankie teased. “Because if that’s the case, I’m uninviting you to IKEA.”
In spite of herself, Jules couldn’t help but laugh because of course that’s what Frankie would say.
”No,” she said. “That’s not why I’m calling you. I just wanted to say that I love Maggie Rogers. I saw her live two years ago when Cam was playing in Texas. She was so good and I cried twice.”
“Aww, you cried? That’s so cute.”
