After my morning class I go home for lunch, then take Jade with me back to campus since she has an afternoon class. I told her if she sees Carson not to talk to him and to go find security if he won’t leave her alone. But I don’t think he’ll show up again. He said what he needed to say. Now he’ll wait for some kind of response, but I’m not going to give him one. I’m going to have my dad handle this. Except I totally forgot to mention it to him when I had him on the phone. It’s probably good that I didn’t. I don’t trust that the phone line is secure. We need to discuss this in person.
It’s only one-thirty and Jade’s class is at two but mine’s not until three, so before my class I drive to the Christmas store, buy another tree and more lights, then go back home. I want Jade to feel better, and although another tree won’t change what I told her, it might put a smile on her face for just a little while.
The tree is for the bedroom so I bought a small one. It’s just three pieces, so only takes a few minutes to assemble. I add the lights and then tack another string of lights along the bedroom window. I don’t have time to change out the ceiling lights but this is good enough for now. I also bought an ornament. I stuff it in my drawer to give to her later.
I go to class, then meet Jade at the coffee shop a little after four. She’s smiling as Sara talks and laughs about whatever she’s saying.
I sit down and put my arm around Jade. “What’s so funny?”
“Just something Caleb did,” Sara says. “You want some coffee?”
I look at Jade. “You want to stay or go home?”
“Let’s stay.” She points to a Christmas tree in the middle of the room. “They put up a tree.”
“I decorated it,” Sara says. “That’s why it doesn’t look very good.”
Sara and Jade both put themselves down like that. I don’t understand it. Jade doesn’t do it nearly as much as she used to, but Sara does it constantly.
“The tree looks great, Sara,” I tell her. “And yes, I’ll take a coffee.”
“I’ll be right back.” She leaves.
Jade kisses me. “She said they’ll start playing Christmas music next week.”
“Then you’ll never want to leave.”
“I have my own tree at home and my own music. And I’d much rather look at the lights while snuggling in bed with you. Thank you for doing that last night. It made me feel better.”
“Good.” Just wait till she sees the tree I got for the bedroom. Hopefully, she’ll feel even better.
“So how was class?”
I’m surprised Jade’s not asking about my grandfather. I was prepared for her to bombard me with questions now that she’s had almost a day to think about it.
“It was okay.” Sara comes back with my coffee, then takes off again. I turn to Jade. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you yesterday but I met this guy at my entrepreneur class and he offered to be my mentor. He was speaking to the class about how he started his business. He owns that sporting goods store you like. WaveField Sports.”
“Yeah, I love that store.”
“I talked to him after class and he invited me to the headquarters in LA to follow him around for the day.”
“That’s great. What’s he like?”
“He’s 29, loves sports, loves surfing. I liked him. I think we’ll get along well.”
“Maybe he’d give you an internship this summer.”
“I don’t know. I just met him. We’ll see how it goes after I spend the day with him.”
“When are you going down there?”
“Probably not until January. He’s traveling a lot in December.”
“You seem really excited about this.”
“I am. I think it’ll be good.”
We stay there a little longer and Jade tells me about the courses she’s decided to sign up for next semester. She avoids any mention of what we discussed last night. I guess we both need a break from it. I’d prefer to never talk about it again, but I’m sure at some point she’ll ask me about it.
Since we’re already out and it’s dinner time, we stop and eat before heading home. I didn’t feel like making dinner. I haven’t for weeks. There’s been too much going on.
When we get home, Jade plops down on the couch. “You want to watch a movie?”
I drop the mail on the kitchen table and join her on the couch. “Maybe later.”
“Do you need to study?”
“No, I don’t need to study. Let’s go in the bedroom.”
She smiles. “Right now? It’s kind of early, but okay.”
Her mind goes straight to sex, which makes sense given what I said, but I didn’t think she’d want to do it. I thought after the stress of last night, she might not be in the mood. But sometimes after something stressful happens, she wants to do it. I think it’s less about the actual sex and more about the need to be close and intimate like that, which makes her feel more relaxed.
I stand up and offer her my hand. “Let’s go.”
I’ll just let her think we’re having sex. Who knows? Maybe we will.
As she gets up, I say, “Close your eyes.”
“Garret, I don’t want to try some crazy new sex thing tonight.”
I laugh as I walk her to the bedroom. “It’s not a crazy new sex thing. It’s a surprise.”
“That has to do with sex?”
“No. It has nothing to do with sex. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Then why are we going to the bedroom?”
“Just wait right there.” I face her toward the tree, which is in the corner, a few feet from the bed. “Keep your eyes closed.” I turn on the Christmas lights. The blinds are shut, but I close the bedroom door to keep out the light from the living room. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
“You got another tree!” She turns and hugs me. “And you put lights on the window? When did you do all this?”
“I did it before class. Do you like it?”
“I love it! Thank you.”
“I know you like having a tree in the bedroom and I didn’t have time to get a real one so I got this one. We can still get a real one later.”
She goes and lies down on the bed, propping her head up on the pillow. “I think I’ll just stay in here all night and look at it.”
I go over to my drawer and pull out the ornament. It’s wrapped in red tissue paper. I lie next to her and hand her the ornament. “Here. I got you something.”
“Just because?” She holds it up, inspecting each side.
“Just because.” I kiss her cheek. “Open it.”
The ornament is a silver heart that says ‘Our First Christmas’ with the year engraved below it. It’s nothing great but it’s something to put on the tree.
“Garret, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I take it from her and go put it on the tree, then return to the bed. “What do you think? Our first ornament.”
“I like how the lights shine off the silver. It’s really pretty.”
I watch her as she looks at the tree.
“Jade.” I cup her cheek, directing her gaze back to me.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to talk about what I told you yesterday, but I need to know if you’re okay. So are you?”
“I’m hoping this is over now, so I’m trying to move past it. Like you said, your grandfather will be gone soon, so he can’t hurt me. And if other people are after us, or after me, what are we supposed to do? Live in fear for the rest of our lives? I don’t want to do that. I’ve been doing that for months now and I’m tired of it. And as for this thing with Carson, maybe your dad could handle it and leave us out of it. He has connections with people who can maybe get Carson off track. Send him off in a different direction.”
“Yeah, we’re not going to be involved with any of that. I’ll talk to my dad and let him handle it. Carson won’t be bothering us again.”
Jade smiles. “His name is Justin. We keep calling him Carson.”
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br /> “He’s Carson to me. I don’t know who the hell Justin is. The whole thing is stupid. Like he really thought he’d uncover all these secrets by pretending to be a student? All he did was annoy people. Most of all you and me.”
“Let’s not talk about him. He’s ruining my Christmas spirit.” She sits up and takes her sweater off and then her bra.
“What are you doing? Getting into your pajamas? It’s only six-thirty.”
“I’m not putting pajamas on.” She takes her jeans off.
“You’re just stripping?”
“You said we were coming in here to have sex.”
“Um, no. I never said that.”
“You didn’t?” She takes her panties off and tosses them on the floor. “I thought you did.”
“No. You just assumed that because I asked you to go in the bedroom.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll just sit here naked then and look at the lights.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I get naked with her. I don’t want to rush this tonight. I’m going to take my time, kissing and touching every part of her like I did the other night.
“You want a massage?” I say it in her ear and kiss the area just below it.
I see her smiling. “Okay.”
She flips onto her stomach and I run my hands in long strokes up and down her back. My eyes wander to her cute round ass, the one that caught my eye the first time I saw her back at Moorhurst. That cute little ass was sticking out the back of the car as she reached in to get her stuff. My mind couldn’t stop imagining what was under those shorts. And now here it is. Hot. Sexy. And all mine.
My hands keep going lower with every stroke, eventually skimming over the curve of her ass. She moans a little, which only makes me want to do it again. I slide my hands up her back, then down again, cupping her ass and squeezing a little. Damn, she has a great ass. I leave my hands there, deciding she needs her ass massaged as well. As I’m doing that, I kiss her back, starting at the top of her spine and working my way down, then up again to the nape of her neck. I see her lips turn up and part a little. She’s breathing fast. I’ve been teasing her a long time now and I can tell she’s getting impatient.
“Garret.”
I put my lips over her mouth and kiss her. “Yes, Jade.”
“Do it. Don’t wait.”
“I’m not done with the massage.” I give her ass one more squeeze, then slip my hand between her legs. “This is the best part.”
She grabs the sheet with her hand, balling it in her fist. “Garret.”
“You’re so beautiful.” I kiss her shoulder. “So damn beautiful.”
She smiles. “Please.”
I love making her wait. Making her beg. I leave soft kisses down her back and keep touching her until she’s at the edge. Then I flip her over and slide inside her. I’ve tortured her long enough, and touching her got me so turned on I can’t hold out much longer. I move fast and deep, and moments later, she digs her fingers in my back and makes the noise she always makes. As her body relaxes, I finish up, then remain over her, propped up on my arms.
I look into her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She brings my head down over her shoulder, running her hand through my hair.
This is how it should be. Jade and I going to class, having dinner together, and spending our nights having sex or just lying in each other’s arms, sleeping or watching TV.
Just a normal day. A normal life. That’s all I want. And in a few days, when my grandfather’s gone, we’ll finally have it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
15
JADE
My phone has been going off nonstop since class started. I set it to vibrate and put it in my bag on the floor but I feel it going off against my foot. I know it’s Harper. I had three messages from her when I woke up this morning, but I couldn’t call her back because I got up late and didn’t have time to talk. I texted her and told her I’d call her after class but I guess that’s not soon enough.
She’s calling because she wants to talk about Sean. She got back to Connecticut last night, and knowing her, she went to his apartment as soon as she got off the plane. I told her not to, but I knew she wouldn’t listen. I’m hoping Sean wasn’t there, because if he was, it’ll just make this harder for both of them.
Class ends and I go outside and find a bench to sit on. I call her and hear her voice before the phone even rings. How is that possible?
“Jade?” She’s sniffling. I bet she hasn’t stopped crying since I talked to her last. “He’s gone.”
“I’m sorry, Harper.” It’s all I can say. I’ve said it so many times now it sounds meaningless. “But he had to leave. He needs that job.”
“I know he does. And I’m so proud of him.” She sounds happy and sad at the same time. “That place he’ll be working at is one of the nicest restaurants in LA. All the celebrities go there.” She sniffles again. “He’s going to be so great there. I bet he’ll be head chef in a few months.”
“Yeah, I bet he will.” I try to steer her off the topic of Sean. “So what happened with your parents? Are you talking to them now?”
“No. I haven’t spoken to them in days.”
“Harper, this silent treatment can’t go on forever. Maybe you should talk to them.”
“I’m not ready to. I’m still too angry with them. They’re not the people I thought they were. They used to be nice to everyone. It didn’t matter if the person had money or not. They didn’t care. And now suddenly they’ve turned into these parents who only want me to date rich guys they pick out for me.” She pauses. “I don’t want to talk about my parents. I called because I wanted to tell you I went to Sean’s place last night.”
“Wasn’t he gone?”
“He had everything packed, but he didn’t leave until this morning.”
“Did you talk to him?”
She takes a moment to answer. “We did more than talk.”
“What? Harper! You had—” A guy sits down next to me on the bench. Can’t he see I’m trying to talk here? I take my backpack and walk over to a different bench. “You had sex with Sean?”
“I know. It’s bad, isn’t it? But it’s what we both wanted and it just kind of happened.”
“How did you—” I try to figure out how to phrase this. “You had surgery last week.”
“Only on my shoulder. There are many ways to do it, Jade.”
“Yeah. Got it. So you did it? And then what?”
“I talked to him and told him how I felt. I told him I made a huge mistake and I apologized over and over again. Then I told him I knew about his job and that I was happy for him. After we talked, I didn’t want to go back to the dorm and I knew he didn’t want me to, so I spent the night there.” She sniffles. “This morning he told me he loves me but that it’s over and not to call him again. He said he won’t be able to move on if we stay in touch.”
“I know this sucks, Harper. What can I do?”
“Nothing. There’s nothing anyone can do. Last night was our goodbye. Now I just have to try to move on.”
“You will. It just takes time. Maybe I could fly out there some weekend. We’ll shop, go to the movies, whatever you want.”
“Will you be out here for the funeral?”
Funeral? I haven’t seen the news all day and Garret didn’t send me any updates. Maybe it just happened.
“Did Holton die?” I ask her.
“No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that. It’s just that the news makes it sound like he could pass away any day now so I just assumed the funeral will be soon.”
“Yeah. I guess it will be.”
“Jade, I hate to race off the phone like this but I have class. I have to go.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
I reach down for my backpack just as another person sits beside me. There are tons of open benches. Why does everyone insist on sitting next to me?
“Hey, what’s up?”
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nbsp; I recognize the voice and turn back and give the owner of that voice a kiss. “Don’t you have class?”
“Not for a half hour.” He puts his arm behind me on the bench. “I saw this hot girl sitting on the bench and I had to come check her out. What are you doing out here?”
“I called Harper. Get this. She went to Sean’s place and they did it.”
“They had sex?” He says it just as someone walks by.
“Don’t say it so loud,” I whisper.
He laughs. “It’s a college campus, Jade. People talk about sex all the time.”
“Whatever. So anyway, they did it and she spent the night over there. And now he’s gone and she’s even more depressed than before.”
“Why did she even go over there?”
“She wanted to say goodbye.”
“By having sex with him? And spending the night?” Garret shakes his head. “Sean should’ve never let that happen. Poor guy’s so damn in love with her I’m sure he couldn’t help himself, but if someone found out—”
“They’d hurt him?”
“Just forget it. He’s on the road now. He’ll be fine.” Garret gives my shoulder a squeeze and I slide over until I’m right up against him.
My phone rings and I’m thinking it might be Sean, but it’s William, my uncle.
“Hi, William.” I look at Garret as I say it. He looks as surprised as I am. William never calls me. I haven’t talked to him since that weekend we all met at Grace’s house.
“Hello, Jade. How have you been?”
“Um, okay, I guess.”
“I’m sorry to hear about Holton. How’s Garret doing?”
I glance at him. “He’s doing okay. I mean, given the circumstances. He’s been checking in with his dad to see if he has any updates. But so far, it sounds like nothing’s changed.”
William’s quiet, then says, “When did Garret last talk to his father?”
“I don’t know. He’s here with me now. I’ll ask him.” I turn to Garret. “When did you talk to your dad?”
“About an hour ago. He has meetings all day in New York so he couldn’t talk long but he said my grandfather’s condition was the same.”
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