Yearning For Her Curves: (A BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

come crashing down to my level and then I can play with it.”  She shot a look at Al, who just imitated the face she was making right back at her.
     
    “Sounds fun,” I said.
     
    “For him, oodles.  Not so much for me.”  She grinned.  The waiter returned to the table and took orders for drinks and food, briefly stopping the conversation.
     
    “Can I ask you something?”  I said.  Char nodded, taking a sip of her soda.
     
    “Of course.”
     
    “How did you know that you really wanted to be with Joey?  Like, him and only him.”  
     
    Char smiled. “Are you asking this about you and Patrick?”  
     
    I made a face. “Just answer the question, nosey.”
     
    “When Joey and I broke up, I’d pretty much convinced myself that it was what was best for me at the time,” she said.  “The thing is, being apart from him made me completely miserable.  How could something that was for the best make me absolutely miserable?  That was my first clue, but even then I didn’t go seeking him out.  Remember, he came looking for me and left that note at my apartment.  All I had to do was see that it was from him and I was happy.  I didn’t even know what it said yet.  It could have been him cursing at me, or calling me names, but just knowing that he was thinking of me was enough to make me happy.  Even if he hated me.  That was the one for me.  That epiphany was the one that said, if I ever get another chance with that man, I will not screw it up.”
     
    “Weren’t you scared?  You didn’t even want to be in a relationship at that point,” I asked.  Char nodded.
     
    “I was terrified.  Deciding that I was in love with Joey and going to act on it was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.  But it was worth it.”  She glanced down at her son as he sat in my lap.
     
    “Really?”  I asked.  Char nodded.
     
    “Joey and I argue, we disagree over things, just like everyone else,” she said.  “But there isn’t anyone else in this world that I would want to fall asleep next to, or wake up with.  Even when he pisses me off, I still love him.  That’s what you have to decide, Jacinta.  Is Patrick worth it to you?  Is he worth giving up one night stands and flirting with every guy who catches your eye?  Will you be happy with just him, forever?  And if the answer is no, you need to tell him now.  The entire team knows that man is in love with you, and it’s not fair to string him along if the feeling isn’t mutual.”   
     
    I looked up at her, shocked. “What?  The whole team?” 
     
    “Make a decision, Jacinta.  Make one soon.”  She ignored my question as she flipped open the dessert menu and went about looking at it intently, effectively ending that particular conversation.
     
    That night, per the usual, Patrick called when he got home.  He sounded asleep on his feet, but I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.
     
    “Hey, how was work today?”
     
    “Easier than your day, from the sound of it,” I said.  Patrick laughed softly.
     
    “Most people’s days are not as vigorous as a football player’s days.”
     
    “Well, the store was kind of slow, which was nice because I needed to change a few displays.  Then I met Charlotte and Alton for lunch, went back to work and came home.”
     
    “Mmm, that sounds like an awesome day,” Patrick said.  I giggled.
     
    “Go get some rest,” I said.  He laughed.
     
    “Wait, I wanted to ask you something,” he said.  I sat back against the couch pillows behind me and grinned.
     
    “Okay, shoot.”
     
    “Would you be willing to come out here for the weekend?”  
     
    I paused.  I’d stayed at his house before, but this seemed like something different.  Like there was something about this seemingly simple question that I was missing.
     
    “Hello?” he said.  I shook myself from my thought stupor.
     
    “Sorry, yes I’d love to.”
     
    “Then why the hesitation?” he