Chapter SevenTuesday evening, Jack and I watched a DVD at my condo. “You’re going to have to come see my new place sometime, you know,” he told me. “I actually have furniture.” We relaxed on my couch, as I curled up next to him, and we watched a lot of cars getting blown up, in-between our making out. When I had worked my hands under his shirt, and he realized he’d actually unhooked my b*a, Jack, finally, pulled himself off me. Breathing heavily, he kissed me one last time, and took off out the front door like he’d been scalded. Then he opened the door again, and said, “Lock the deadbolt, honey,” before he twisted the lock on the handle, and firmly shut my door.
Work was busy, as usual. I updated my resume, like I’d planned. However, it was tempting to just stay where I was, at least for
