[chapter seven]
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~Shea's POV~
It's been three days, and all I can seem to think about is that he kissed me.
Jimmie Johnson.
Kissed me.
Holy cow.
Forget writing about Ezra Pound. Forget reordering Malovar blend. Forget home.
All I can think of is that dinner. That kiss. That whole night.
The ringing of the phone shakes me out of my reverie and I pick it up wearily. "Silver Spoon, may I help you?"
"God, I hope so. I'm going through desperate coffee shop withdrawal. The only thing that can save me is seeing you tomorrow night after you get off work."
I stifle a laugh since Alice is eyeing me suspiciously.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm not sure which blend you are referring to." I say instead, trying to hide a grin.
"Dark hair, bright eyes, pretty laugh. Answers to the name of Shea. That blend." Jimmie says from the other end of the line.
"Hrm. I see, sir. We may be able to get that special ordered for you. You could pick it up at closing tomorrow night, around 7, here at the shop?"
"You're an angel of mercy. The withdrawal shakes were getting to be too much." Jimmie says seriously.
"I'll be sure it's ready for you sir."
"See you tomorrow night, Shea."
"What was that about?" Alice asks when I replace the phone receiver.
"Some demanding customer wanting to special order extra coffee. Typical." I say with a roll of my eyes, trying not to dance a jig in delight at the thought of seeing Jimmie again.
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Well, that hasn't happened in a while.
Going to see a movie and not seeing a movie. That hasn't happened since high school.
I've recently decided I like seeing movies this way.
We had slid into the back row of the theatre, and I began to watch the opening credits when Jimmie tilted my head towards his and kissed me breathless.
After that, the only thing I remember are the closing credits.
And giggling a lot during those two hours like a teenager.
"I had a good time." Jimmie says, turning the engine of his car off and turning to face me.
"Me too." I say with a small smile.
"I hope I … that wasn't … I didn't come on too strong, did I?"
Jimmie Johnson looks embarrassed. This has to be a first. Mr. Terminally Unruffled looks embarrassed.
I shake my head no, not trusting my voice.
"Shea … "
"Yes?"
"I want to see you again."
"You better." I shoot back, sounding braver than I feel.
"I'll call you."
And with that, his lips are on mine again.
And I'm in heaven.