When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)

This afternoon, though, I hit my breaking point. All those calls and texts were officially not enough. I’m desperate to see him face-to-face. To feel his arms around me again and his lips against mine. Which is probably why I currently feel nothing but pent-up sexual frustration and eagerness for him to return my text … or plea, rather.

I bend forward to reach behind me to pull my phone from my back pocket and check it—again—to see if Nate had texted back, but not before seeing the message that I sent him an hour ago. My desperation for him had hit a peak so high I thought I needed to take a break with my vibrator.



Ember: Come over when you’re done at Dirty. I need you. No matter the time. Key is under the mat.



Would he think I was crazy? Probably not. Would he come? Probably. Would he wonder what I’m really asking for? Absolutely.

“Come on, Bam. Time to get your tail inside.” I laugh when he leaps again, this time chasing after a bug.

He turns, his tongue wagging, as he runs toward me.

When I open the back door, he charges into the house, and I hear him rushing into the kitchen seconds before he greedily starts lapping up his water.

Just when I shut and lock the back door, my phone vibrates in my hand, causing my heart to pick up speed. When I look and see Nikki’s name on the screen, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

“Hey,” I answer.

“Hey, you. White or red?” she oddly asks.

“Uh, white or red, what?”

“Wine, Ember. Really? We skip a few wine nights, and it’s like you forgot what we do once a week.”

“It’s Tuesday.” At least, I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday. The downside to not having a conventional job is that time has no meaning most days.

“Oh,” she murmurs. “Really?”

“I’m pretty sure. At least, that’s what my planner said this morning when I was checking my deadline for the last piece I need to get over to Annabelle at the gallery.”

“Well, son of a Bieber,” she complains. “Well, we might as well just have wine night anyway. I’m in desperate need of it since I’ve been two seconds away from killing Seth since last week.”

I laugh, not surprised that they’ve been fighting … they’re always fighting. And honestly, she isn’t the only one who is in the mood for a much-needed wine night with her best friend.

“How about get one of each and we will just play it by ear. I could use a good night of relaxing with a glass.”

“Or ten,” she mumbles.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” I snicker. “I’ll start dinner in an hour, so come over whenever.”

“’Kay. Love ya, bye!”





“So did he ever text you back?” Nikki all but wheezes, her eyes wide as her mouth hangs open with shocked anticipation.

I had just finished catching her up on everything that’s going on between Nate and me. Needless to say, she’s been about to fall off the couch with every word I’ve spoken.

“Nothing, which is weird for him. Even when he’s been busy, he doesn’t usually take this long to respond to me.”

She nods her head but doesn’t speak.

“Should I try again?” I ask, taking another sip of the nasty red she picked out.

“Nope. No way. Don’t look desperate.”

“I am desperate!”

“No, you aren’t. You’re horny.”

“And that’s different?”

“Sure, it is,” she muses. “You want some of his dick, which I bet is huge if I’m being honest right now. But I digress; you’re horny for what he can give you, not desperate in the sense that you’re going to die if it doesn’t happen right this second. Plus, judging by what you’ve told me, I think you still have some doubts about his motives, which is stupid as hell.”

I turn my head from where I had been looking out the front window, staring mindlessly into the dark night, and narrow my eyes at her.

“And you think I shouldn’t?”

“I didn’t say that. You’ve been hung up on that for a while now, so it makes sense you have reservations, but now that I’ve heard his side of things, I think it’s time to at least take his advice and try to put the past in the past to stay. He makes a good point; the longer you hang on to that pain—remembering how much it hurt—you feed it the fuel it needs to grow bigger. Also, you were just out of high school, Em. Then and now are like night and day. I’m not saying you should just jump in head first without thought, but I don’t think he would even be pursuing anything if he wasn’t serious about you.”