Lindsey
Dinner the other night with Taylor helped relieve so much anxiety that was looming over my head. She answered so many questions I had about WTF has been going on around here. Namely, all things Chase-related.
Turns out Chase likes me; he isn't involved with Taylor, she's actually pretty cool, and she may or may not have best friend potential. The last part remains to be seen. I'm taking this one step at a time, starting with Chase.
Clearly, my libido is running the show these days. Not that I'm complaining. It has been a long time since I've had any kind of release in that way. Ya know, that way that requires a willing second participant. Yeah, over two years since that's happened- not so much fun. And now that I have been made aware Chase may be interested, I think I may just let him break that streak.
I mean, who better to get me out of my self-induced celibacy than an incredibly hot hockey player. One with washboard abs, a happy trail, and a panty-dropping smile. And with Chase's....er, experience, I'm sure he knows what he's doing. A guy like him could probably go for hours...
As I drift into dangerous territory in my mind, a loud thud draws my attention to the bedroom door. Before me is Taylor standing in the now, wide-open doorway with a massive smirk on her face. "Check your phone." She commands.
My phone dings with a new text from an unknown number. "What's this?"
"It should be a text from Chase. Probably saying something generic like "hey" or "sup." I gave him your number and told him not to be a pansy and text you." She smiles proudly. "I told him you would be waiting to hear from him. Hope you don't mind that I gave him your contact info."
She walks back out of the room. And I stare blankly at my screen as it dings a second time with another text from the same number. I read:
Unknown number: Hey
Unknown number: This is Chase. Just so you know.
My phone alerts me to a third text. Followed shortly by a fourth.
Unknown number: Um, Taylor gave me your number and said I should text you. So I'm texting you.
Unknown number: I hope that's ok. That I'm texting you. Or that I have your number...
I save Chase's contact info to my phone and start to type a reply. Just as I'm about to hit send, my phone dings again.
Chase: I thought I'd say hi. See how you're doing. This is ok, right?
He's rambling. Is he nervous right now? That's so cute! I smile to myself and hit send.
Me: Yeah, she told me she gave you my number. I'm glad she did.
Chase: Yeah? Cool! So...how are you?
Me: I'm good. Taylor and I had a very interesting talk the other night...
Chase: Oh? What did you two talk about?
Me: Lots of things. Family, college, work, guys...
Chase: Guys, huh? What guys specifically?
My heart is beating out of my chest. I can't tell him we talked about him. Can I? I bite my lip in contemplation. I mean, Taylor did say he liked me, and he enlisted her to help get me back in his good graces. I just don't know if I have the guts to actually start that conversation with him. A sudden burst of courage springs out through my fingertips. I start typing out my message and hover my finger over the 'send' button.
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RomanceBook 1 of 3 Lindsey is looking for a fresh start. She's spent the last two years hiding away from everyone, and everything after her best friend and boyfriend betrayed her. Now, she's ready to get out into the world. It's time to learn to trust agai...