Page 27 of A Love That Broke Us
“Yeah. It’s Matt’s friend.” I laugh softly. “I’ll be sure to let him know. But yeah, he’s a good one. The best, really.”
“And?” Leo lifts a brow. “Are you going to tell me about him or just leave me to guess?”
“You sure you wanna know?” I ask, already smiling. “Once I get started, there’s no stopping me. You’ll have to shut me up. I get all giddy when I talk about him.”
He chuckles, the soft wrinkles around his eyes starting to set in. “Go on, then.”
“Well… he’s funny. He always knows how to make me laugh. And he’s nice—like overly thoughtful. He works in software sales. His company does SaaS—software as a service, or something like that. I don’t totally understand it, but he’s a sales manager, and he’s really good at what he does. He grew up on the Upper East Side. Rich kid, private schools, the whole shebang. But you know all about that life.” My smile grows as I keep talking. “I don’t know, he’s just… really great. Treats me well. Puts me first. And I love his family. Honestly, it’s almost been too good to be true.”
Leo’s grinning when I turn to look at him, his dimples deeply set—just like Jensen’s. “He sounds great.” His eyes flick to mine. “I’m really happy for you. Not that I was ever worried. You’ve always had a good head on your shoulders.”
“Thank you,” I say, soaking in his words. I appreciate that more than he knows. “How’s your love life going? Find anyone to settle down with yet?” I ask with a teasing grin.
A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest as he shakes his head. “You had to go there, didn’t you?”
I’ve always given Leo shit about his dating life—or lack thereof.
“Same old, same old,” he mutters, amusement in his eyes.
I laugh, pulling out my phone as we settle into a comfortable silence. All this talk about Jensen has me itching to text him, but he’s already beat me to it.
Jensen
Hey, babe. Did you get there safely?
Hi! I’m here. On my way to Michael’s. What are you up to?
He responds immediately.
Jensen
Glad you’re safe and sound. I’m just headed home from work. Gonna pick up some sushi and call it an early night since tomorrow will be a late one.
Sounds like you’ve got a relaxing night ahead. You planning to relive one of those wild high school stories tomorrow night? Ha.
Jensen
The only wild stories I want to recreate are with you… and you’re not here. So I’ll do the best I can with my imagination and my hand. Maybe we can FaceTime tonight?
A pulsing builds between my thighs, butterflies swirling in full force. I’ve never done anything sexual via the phone… I don’t know if I’d actually be brave enough, but the thought of it totally turns me on. And if there was anyone I’d be comfortable enough to do that with—it’s Jensen. He has this way of making me feel more confident than I really am.
I’m grinning as I text back.
I’m here for all of that… and more! Call me later?
Jensen
You bet your ass I will.
I try to wipe the ridiculous grin off my face before tucking my phone away. I wish he could be here. He was invited, obviously, but New Year’s falls on a Tuesday, and he just couldn’t swing the time off. We were both bummed; it’s our first New Year’s as a couple. That’s kind of a big deal. You always remember your first New Year’s kiss. I would’ve stayed, but I’d already booked my flight and made plans with Michael.
“So, what time is everyone planning to go to the party tomorrow night?” I ask as we turn onto Michael’s street.
“I usually try to get there around nine. Most people roll in between nine and nine-thirty.”
He pulls into the driveway, and I unclick my seatbelt. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then. Thanks for the ride, Leo.” My hand grips the door handle.
“Just run inside, love. I’ll bring your bag.”
