JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,18
mind.
There’s a pause. Then, Sounds like u lost your mind, trying to flirt with me on the day of the Lord. For shame, Jax. Before I can reply, I get another message. I’m guessing someone’s bored?
Someone was thinking about u. As soon as I hit send, I instantly want to take it back. It’s too revealing. Too serious.
There’s a long pause. Maybe she won’t reply. I put my phone back on the coffee table and try to pretend I don’t care. Try to pretend I wasn’t feeling charged up just from this brief text exchange.
But the truth is, she’s fun. I like her wit. I like sparring with her. Seeing what she might say next. Brooklyn isn’t the kind of girl who usually chases me. The kind who doesn’t want interesting conversation, just wants a good time in bed.
Brooklyn challenges me. And I find it refreshing and a little scary, if I’m honest with myself.
She pushes me out of my comfort zone. Doesn’t take my bullshit. Calls me out on it, in fact.
When my phone vibrates, I find my hand jerking toward the device to see if that’s her replying.
I admit, I was surprised to get your text. Didn’t think u would be thinking about me.
I can feel her emotions pouring through the words, her insecurity, and the fact that she met me back with her own vulnerability makes me write back, Like I could forget pressing u against the wall and making u come.
Silence for a moment, then, That was rather memorable. Glad I’m not the only one who’s thought about it.
So she’s been thinking about that night, too. Does she want more? Something tells me to push her a little bit. Meet me, I write. I need to see her. Either to get her off my mind once and for all, or to explore this sexual tension between us.
Is that a good idea? she writes back.
It’s the best idea. Besides, u owe me for rescuing u on the dance floor. I hit send.
LOL. Your ego is amazing—how did I forget about that? I don’t owe u a thing, mister. But u already know that.
I lob back, Then meet me bc u are so attracted to me u can’t resist my charm.
A couple of minutes tick by. Then, she sends, You’re insane. Fine. Coffee.
Monday? I want to see her today, right now, this very second, but I’m not going to fucking give that much of myself away. I can maintain some modicum of pride, at least.
She writes, I’m free until 4. She then tells me the name and address of a coffee place on her campus.
See you at noon. Wear something slutty, I write back with a grin, knowing it’ll just irritate her. I sink into my couch and stare at the TV and tell myself it’s nothing more than a casual date between two people attracted to each other.
Tell myself I’m not looking forward way too much to seeing that smile again in person.
Brooklyn
I stand in front of the narrow full-length mirror hanging on the back of my dorm room door and stare at myself. My white shirt is flowing and thin, with a tank top underneath, and I have on a floral skirt that skates just above my knees. It’s cute. It’s decent. Totally appropriate for a coffee date.
So why do I want to take it off and wear something else?
I’ve already tried on four other outfits and discarded them. Too prudish. Too bland. Too…me. Instead, I snuck and borrowed this skirt from my roommate, Gail—not that she’ll care. She’ll just be happy I’m actually going on a date.
Or whatever the hell this is with Jax.
I glance at my phone. Ten to noon. Screw it. I’m going to wear this, and that’s how it is. It looks fine. It’s just coffee, for God’s sake.
I slip into flats and close my dorm room door behind me, trot down the stairs and head across campus to Bean, the coffee shop on campus. The front door dings open, and there’s already a decent crowd in here. I spy a table in the back and run over to drop my backpack on it, then hop in line and grab a coffee.
My hands are trembling a bit as I hand the barista the cash. I feel this strange vibration trembling across my skin.
Anticipation.
Jax is going to be on my campus any minute now.
A sour thought creeps into my mind, and I can’t seem to shake it off. What if he forgets and