Timing is Everything

Chapter Eleven

                                             Chapter Eleven

   As much as I tried, I didn't fall under the wonder spell of sleep. Instead I tossed and turned thinking about Jamison. His lips hot on mine, his hands touching my body. The way he groaned whenever I would pull on his hair or moan myself. Every time I would shut my eyes a perfect picture of recurring events would leave me wanting more. The desire to do it all over again hit harder each time.

The desire to do more than just kiss hit harder every time too. Way too hard.

   "I know you know me, so I'm just going to say it," Meredith pauses. "You look like complete crap today, Lorelei."

I don't get offended. I laugh at her comment due to lack of sleep. All Meredith does is stare at me like I'm crazy. Hell, I probably am. Crazy for Jamison.

   "I didn't sleep very well last night," I admit.

   "Is there a juicy reason for your lack of sleep?"

I roll my blue eyes. Of course there has to be a "juicy" reason for my lack of sleep. But this time is different. There really is a reason for my lack of sleep other than my shitty sleep schedule mixed with bad insomnia. Jamison.

   "I don't think I should talk about it yet."

Meredith's eyes get big. She stands up straight with her hands on her hips. The look on her face is so serious. She is waiting for me to spill my little secret. But I stay quiet. It's obvious that Jamison made a mistake by his actions of leaving.

As much as it hurts my heart, it's true. Completely true.

   "Let's go out to lunch now. I think you need a little pick-me-up right about now."

Meredith pulls me into a warm, tight hug. It feels good to know that somebody cares. I just selfishly wish it was somebody else. Somebody bloody handsome and can kiss better than anybody. Stop thinking about him, Lorelei.

***

After lunch, Meredith and I go our separate ways. She thankfully didn't bring up Jamison again. I thanked her mentally for it, too. She did talk extensively about Hudson though. Surprisingly enough, I just listened. I am so happy for them that it didn’t bother me. What does bother me is the fact that Jamison left without a single word. It all leaves my mind going in circles.

I take the long way home. I walk through the park, even though there is a slight chill in the air. I wrap my black sweater around me tighter and continue on walking through the park.

Young children run around while their parents talk to one another on the benches. It feels like a total slap in my face. It brings back way too many childhood memories. None of them were as golden as this. This doesn’t help my mood at all.

I walk faster and before I know it, I'm sitting on my couch covered with a warm blanket. It would be even better if a certain somebody was here, too. Warming me up with his arms around me. His hot breath and kisses on my neck…