Page 119 of Jesse's Girl

That an invitation?

Damn him for being so easy to flirt with.

And yet, I can’t deny the way my chest lifts at the thought of getting to be with him again tonight. I miss him.

I already fucking miss him.

Me

Maybe…

Jesse

Well in that case I can’t wait to Netflix and chill (the fuck out) at your earliest convenience

(By that I mean fuck your brains out and then be suuuuper chill about it)

Or whatever

(Chill style)

Me

I’m closing tonight… 2am too late for you?

Fuck.

Is the lovesick puppy writing my text messages? Wasn’t I supposed to be calling this off?

Jesse

I’m super chill about how late that is for me

Want me to walk you home?

Unable to help myself, I bite the inside of my cheek, already regretting the next words as I’m typing them out. I hit send before I can think better of it.

Me

Yes please. I missed you last night.

Jesse

Missed you too

At midnight, Ros declares herself far too pregnant for late nights and heads home, leaving me to lock up. The bar’s closed to the public for a private engagement party tonight, and things have slowed down enough for me to manage on my own—a test run for me taking over as acting bar manager this fall, Ros said. I haven’t officially accepted the job, but it seems inevitable I’ll step in.

Covertly checking my phone behind the bar, I notice Jesse hasn’t texted me since this morning. Shelving my disappointment, I remind myself I’d asked him for space. He’s giving me just that. Shouldn’t I be happy? Instead, I’m only restless. It doesn’t help that time seems to be passing at an intolerable crawl. After serving my next customer, I pick up my phone again.

Me

These customers are boring af

Jesse

Need a distraction?

Me