All Chapters of FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU'RE TEXTING : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out.Ohhhh . . . he’s good at this.Boston tugged at my bottom lip, as if asking permission to keep going with the best kiss I’d ever participated in. I let my lips say yes and then I forgot everything else. The butterfly dragons in my stomach turned to a liquid warmth that permeated every square inch of my body. His hands tugged me closer and soon I had the full length of him pressed against me. A solid wall of muscle I wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Wanted to touch.One of his hands came up to cup my jaw, sliding across the nape of my neck and I full body shivered against him with the pleasure his touch brought. Then he was angling my head to take the kiss further and all I could do was hang on for the ride and hope I didn’t pass out from sensory overload.“Oh, sorry, dude.”I gasped against his lips, and Boston pulled back just enough to glance over his shoulder.“Ignore him,” he whispered, coming back to ghost across my lips.But the s

The high I was on as I walked El to her car, kissed her again, and then drove myself home to my condo lasted about twenty more minutes. Long enough to chat once more with my mother to agree that things had gone stunningly well, long enough to pour myself a beer to celebrate that I’d finally asked out the woman I wanted and that she seemed to potentially want me back, and long enough to be reminded in the most painful way possible that I’d been untruthful with her.She still wanted to go out with Chad.I sat in the wingback leather chair in my living room in the dark, facing the wall of windows that overlooked the river outside and stared at my phone as if it had betrayed me.In reality, I was the one doing all the betraying. The only way to fix this was to break it off, to make the Chad problem go away.The funny thing was that I hadn’t even talked to Chad since the festival. We saw each other once every couple months when we both had time, had a few drinks and reminisced about our ch

I wanted the high back, that glow I’d felt after the winery opening when Boston had kissed me and when I felt like nothing could ever penetrate my happy bubble. I’d texted Boston last night and it hadn’t gone through, giving birth to more dragons in my stomach. I’d gone back and forth with Ashley until she was ready to block my phone number. Did he give me the wrong number on purpose? And if so, what was that all about? Why was he so weird about his phone number? Something just wasn’t adding up.I’d had a sinking feeling in my stomach all day, which I chalked up to nerves about the date. Ever the glass-half-full kind of girl, I’d strapped on my best heels, layered on three kinds of deodorant, and escaped off to the date with only a single wolf whistle from Frank. I told myself over and over that the phone number thing was just a mistake. A simple error writing down the number. Boston had looked into my eyes outside the restaurant and I’d settled down. Everything was fine.And then Cha

Well, that had gone even worse than I’d feared it might.I hastily threw a wad of bills on the table and rushed to the front door, hoping to catch El and explain things. Again. But in a way that didn’t make me sound like such a moronic idiot. Which, I realized, might actually be impossible.The front doors swung open just as I reached them, a very large man essentially blocking my exit.“Pardon,” he chirped at me, stepping inside with a small army at his back.I wasn’t sure if he was hosting a family reunion at this restaurant or something, but the timing could not have been any worse. I stood aside as what appeared to be thirty people swarmed in the doors, making it utterly impossible to exit. They crammed into the small space before the hostess stand, smashing themselves together and pressing me into a corner.“Excuse me, son,” an older woman said as her bosoms literally pinned me to the wall. “My, it’s tight in here, isn’t it?” The woman was almost astall as her companion, putting

My body clock was still on an accountant’s schedule. I woke up the next morning bright and early, which was super annoying when all I wanted to do was to pull the covers over my head and sleep in. My body ached like I’d put myself through one of those bootcamps that looked so fun from the outside but was actually just organized torture. My abs hurt from laughing at Chad, my head hurt from crying myself to sleep when I couldn’t stop thinking of Boston, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fit any rings on my fingers today after eating an unadvised number of hotdogs last night. For a skinny guy, Chad sure could pound the dogs. He’d eaten twenty before tapping out while I’d been one step away from running to the bathroom to puke after the first ten.Note to self: an all you can eat hotdog place was not recommended for a date.I had to be at work by three to pour wines for people looking for an after-work escape. I also wanted to start talking to Pam about getting out and selling the