“Okay. It’s almost seven, so sleep for a few hours, and then we can eat before you go.”
“I’ve missed you, Whit,” I say, leaning over and giving her a hug.
“Missed you too, J.”
I head upstairs to my room and climb into bed. It’s then that I realize I’m still wearing Mike’s shirt. I’d grabbed mine and just shoved it in my purse; it was my intention to change, but he woke up and distracted me. I lift the neck to my nose and inhale. Damn, he smells good.
I settle, in trying to get my mind to stop racing, when my phone alerts me to a text. Jumping out of bed, I dig it out of my purse.
Mike.
I climb back into bed and snuggle under the covers before opening it.
Mike: My bed smells like you.
I smile.
Me: Your shirt smells like you.
Mike: I can’t sleep.
Me: I just laid down to try and take a quick nap myself.
Mike: Want me to come over?
I actually think about it. I’m losing my damn mind.
Me: You think that would help?
Mike: Nope. No way would I sleep my last few hours with you.
Wow.
Me: Are you flirting with me, Michael?
Mike: Call it what you want. I call it the truth.
Me: You’re one of a kind.
Mike: Does that mean you want to keep me?
If he only knew.
Me: It means you are unlike any man I’ve ever met.
Mike: Is that a good thing?
Me: Very good.
Mike: Drive safe, James.
Me: Will do.
I wait for a few minutes for his reply. When it doesn’t come, I hold my phone to my chest and slowly drift off to sleep thinking about crystal-blue eyes, dark hair and soft lips.
When I wake a couple of hours later, I’m still clutching my phone to my chest. Checking the screen, I see another message from Mike.
Mike: Maybe text me when you leave too?