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babygirl sent him over the edge.
The pressure built to a breaking point and just when he thought he
couldn’t take one more second, he exploded. Hot jets of sticky
fluid shot over his hand and down his pants.
With a bemused smile, Johnathan looked down.
He hoped he could get from his office to his bedroom without anyone
seeing him. He didn’t feel like dealing with the boys or his sister
and their knowing looks.
Shoving his shaft back into his pants,
Johnathan looked at the clock. In another hour, he would call Katie
and ask her his big question. In the meantime, he needed to clean
up and eat – in that order. His stomach wouldn’t let him wait much
longer for food. Feeling much more relaxed, he ventured down the
hallway, whistling to himself.
****
Katie paced around in her living room. Olivia
was finally down for the evening. Katie knew she wasn’t sleeping
because she could hear her singing songs and talking to her dolls,
but at least she was in her room. Something about talking to
Johnathan turned her into a blushing, giggling girl, and she didn’t
want to have to divide her attention between him and Olivia.
She refused to dwell too much on the intense
relief she felt after Johnathan’s text message came through earlier
in the day. She wouldn’t think about how quickly her mood reversed
and how slowly the day passed by as she waited impatiently for
their phone call. And she wouldn’t consider dissecting the fact
that she was impatiently pacing.
Collapsing into the couch with a small huff,
Katie opened her laptop and absentmindedly checked email and blog
comments. Every few seconds, her eyes darted to the clock. Could
time possibly go any slower?
“I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500
more …”
Smiling at her ringtone, Katie grabbed the
phone and took a deep breath. Stay calm, Katie, stay cool.
“Hello?” Johnathan smiled at the sweet
hesitancy in Katie’s voice.
“Hey there!” She always melted a little at
the deep baritone of his voice.
All of Katie’s nervousness faded away as they
chatted. She chattered away about the most recent bout of office
politics during the day and her newest project. He chuckled to
himself as she backtracked to explain the thoughts she’d had before
she spoke. With Katie, you could never complain you didn’t have all
the information.
As Johnathan talked about his day, Katie
imagined what his office might look like. She loved hearing about
his latest projects, amazed at his ability to successfully work at
home doing what he loved. She had so many ideas for how he could
promote his business, if he wanted to, but maybe he didn’t need
that kind of help.
Their conversation wound down a bit after all
the news of day was shared between them. Katie hesitated to ask
Johnathan what he wanted to talk about that was so important. She
was still afraid she might not want to know.
Johnathan cleared his throat. “Katie, I have
a question for you.”
“Ok.” She hated how shaky her voice sounded
in her own ears.
“Let me back up. I’ve been thinking about
something.”
Katie stayed silent. She was usually quick
with something to say, often interrupting Johnathan,
unintentionally of course. Waiting for the entire story would be
better, she decided.
“I love our conversations. I really enjoy our
emails back and forth. I look forward to your texts each day.”
Johnathan’s voice was measured and controlled. He knew she might
not be convinced in this first conversation but he would do his
best to make his point.
“I want more, though. Before you get all
nervous, I don’t mean a relationship. But I want to see you in
person. I want to sit across a table from you and have these
conversations.”
Katie’s breathing changed as her heart began
to pound. What was he saying? What did he want?
“Katie, can I take you to dinner?”
Silence hung between them. Katie wasn’t sure
what to say. Her mind raced. She couldn’t deny to herself that she
wanted to