I kissed her. She doesn't think it, but I did. I put both of my lips on that plump little upper lip of hers and kissed her. Close talking. Ha! If she only knew how much I wanted her, how much I could show her.
I don't know why she thinks it would be a mistake if we kissed. Sure, I mean, I have a job that is based on a lie, I don't own a car, and my apartment would make a Merry Maid run screaming from it. But who really needs to be a grown-up all the time?
Jules could use a little more fun in her life. I mean she has to work with Lassie of all people. And she's a little compulsive about things.
Just as I walk into my apartment, my phone rings.
Jules
Do I answer it and listen to her go on about how it would be a bad idea if we did in fact go out or do I let her leave a long rambling message on my voice mail that I could listen to over and over again. Just before it switches over I answer.
"Look Shawn," she starts without even letting me say hello. "I really do want to go out with you, but I have this bad track record, and I'm just starting to get ahead in my career, and I really, really don't want to upset our good working relationship or jeopardize it or anything."
She pauses and I'm still processing her ramble when she starts up again.
"Are you ok with my reasoning? Because I'd really like to keep things the way they are for now with us getting to know each other better, before we go any further."
"Jules"
"Yes?"
"It's fine really. Nothing more until you're ready." I hear her sigh in relief, but I can't leave it there. I want her more than I've ever wanted anybody else. I want to kiss her plump lips and hold her hand and run my fingers through that long blonde hair. I want. And I want to keep her on her cute little detective toes. "But just so you know, those personality questions at the speed dating, I didn't copy yours, they were all mine."
I hear her startled squeak as I hang up the phone. Perhaps the next time I go to "close talk", she'll know exactly what I really want to do.