Page 35 of Good Time Boyfriend
“Yes, getting flung would be nice. And when that happens, you’re going to have to give us all of the details,” Addison said, still giggling.
“Though maybe you want to keep it to yourself, but you don’t have to hide any details from me, considering I was married to his twin.”
I looked at Paisley, before I shook my head. “Okay, this isn’t going to be awkward at all,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, I’m having a blast.”
“There is another brother you know,” I teased, and Addison’s eyes widened.
“You know what? I’m okay. Really okay. I have enough of men at work. Seriously though, just live and be. Enjoy yourself. When it happens, it happens. Take care of yourself, and from what I’ve seen of Heath, he’ll take care of you.”
Addison cleared her throat. “And don’t throw yourself into labels too quickly, try not to get hurt. It’s okay if you just figure out what you want.”
I sipped my drink and sat back as we talked about celebrities we found attractive, and the latest movies none of us had seen.
I didn’t know what I wanted with Heath. Mostly because I hadn’t let myself think about it. It had been a few weeks since we met for real, but we hadn’t slept together.
I wanted that. I was just afraid to want more.
When we finished our drinks and left, I had also finished a full bottle of water, so was ready to drive home. I was tired, but a good tired. I’d had a good day.
I had been ignoring my phone for most of the evening, and my family was on a text roll.
The sibling group chat with all eleven of us was blowing up, and since it wasn’t after nine yet, I answered.
Me:I love you all, I was just out with friends. Stop worrying about me.
Every single text consisted of asking where I was and why I wasn’t answering and if they needed to call the National Guard. And knowing my siblings, they would do it.
Maureen:You should have answered us. We were worried.
Me:You’re not my parents. I’m fine. Promise.
Elizabeth:Were you out with Heath?
Me:No, but it wouldn’t be your business even if I was. Seriously, I’m fine. Go to bed. Hug your family.
They kept going and I ignored them, muting the chat. They knew I was alive, and now that I was home, I could ignore them for longer.
Then my phone beeped again, and I wondered if someone had slid through the muting. But it was Heath.
My stomach did that twisting thing; I told myself to ignore it, because this was only just for fun. He was just being kind and was just a good guy. I didn’t want to ask too much too quickly.
Heath:I have to close tonight, so I don’t know if I’m going to be able to have our phone call like I like. But I hope you had a fun time tonight. Date tomorrow?
I bit my lip, telling myself that this was just a fling.
Only it didn’t feel like a fling.
And that was a problem.
Me:I just got home from drinks with the girls. I have a few work things to do and then I’m going to bed. But tomorrow would be nice.
Heath:Sleep well. Don’t work too hard.
I set down my phone and put my hand on my stomach.
I was ready. It was about time. All I wanted was Heath. Even though it might be too much for me. Even though I might be too much for him.
