Random LEAD. #OMGJimmy He’d ditched his black woolen jacket at the door, rolled up the sleeves of a vaguely patterned button-down shirt. My own style was more sedate consisting of ankle boots, skinny jeans, and a long knit top. When it came to throwing an outfit together, he had me beat. He shifted, leaning an elbow on the table. Such thick wrists, I’d never noticed before but his hands must be strong. When we’d fought over the cigarette packet, though, he’d been gentle. As gentle as you could be rolling around on the floor with someone. The memory of his weight on top of me filled my mind. Thank god there’d been no more smoking. He’d given me his word and stuck to it. A mish mash of tattoos covered his right arm. There was a star, a heart, flames, and words. I’d love to get closer and study them, really take my time over them. I took a sip of water, my dry throat needing relief. Higher up, the top two buttons of his shirt lay undone and a few fine dark chest hairs peeked out. Nice. The jerk also wore seriously thick-soled boots. Something made apparent to me when one descended upon my innocent unsuspecting toes. I yelped. “Anne’s talking to you, Lena,” he said. Shit. I’d been staring at him again. His fault. If he’d sat beside, instead of across from me, it never would have happened. I tried to kick him back but my foot swung aimlessly, coming into contact with nothing but thin air. Screw him and his long legs. “Jimmy, did you just kick her?” asked Ev, mouth pursed. “No,” he lied. Ev turned curious eyes to me as if I could be expected to tell the truth. “That would be a petty and juvenile thing for him to do. But no, I just sat up a bit too fast,” I said. “Guess I got over excited.” “She does that sometimes,” Jimmy confirmed. “A real excitable girl is our Lena.” I showed him my prettiest forced smile.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 01:15:09 +0000