Chapter 9

I have filled Lori in on everything, after all she is my best friend. We have drunk some wine, ordered a pizza and got comfy. I go into explicit detail about my thoughts and feelings, eagerly tell her what I have learned about Jimin and shown her how excited I am about spending more time with him whilst he is here. I do feel like a silly little school girl with a crush, but he has certainly had a huge effect on me in less than 24 hours.

She has sat and listened earnestly, appreciating my smiling face. She's wanted me to be happy for ages. I have never had much luck in relationships in the past, men have hurt me, usually by dumping me out of the blue or cheating first and then binning me off.

"He sounds too good to be true Aimee" she says, a slight air of concern in her voice for me, probably over how quickly I have become enthralled by him. Although she really wants me to be happy she will always be cautious with my heart or allowing me to get too involved and carried away only to regret it later. She will keep me reigned in and stop my internal Disney love desire to push me into something unobtainable in the hopes of shielding me from pain.

"I've given him my number and he says he will text me tomorrow" I say, clearing away the pizza box and the empty bottle of wine. I wonder if he will want to do anything in particular or if he will want me to come up with suggestions of places to visit. "God, where should I take him first?" I query.

We throw some ideas around, I go for the more cultured concept of an art gallery or museum, she thinks the Tower of London would be a good start or Buckingham Palace and the beauty of St James' Park. I think to myself that I actually don't know that much about his personality, likes and dislikes, except his love for animals. He could hate all of my suggestions. Maybe London zoo?

I start to get nervous, maybe talking to him a bit more would be a good idea. Trying perhaps to be more professional and less flirty. Stopping day dreaming of having him inside of me is probably a good shout too.

It's gotten late and Lori has an early appointment in the morning with a large client. She often works weekends. She cuddles me and leaves to walk the 10 or so minutes to her flat down the road while being juvenile and singing Aimee and Jimin sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G. I can't help but laugh at how silly she is but love her for making light of the situation to remind me to keep my feet firmly on the floor.

I close my door and head to the bathroom to have a shower and pull off the clothes he leant me, smelling them before placing them in the washing basket. They smell of washing powder and fabric softener, and it's comforting.

When i'm clean I get into bed. I prefer to sleep naked as I find I fidget a lot in the night and feel like i'm getting tangled up in the sheets if I wear pyjamas. I exhale loudly trying to blow the tension out of my body along with the nerves and anxiety about seeing him again and close my eyes. My phone vibrates on my side table and I presume it's probably Lori saying she is home and goodnight, but it's not. It's a number I don't have in my phone book.

I open the text and it is a picture of Jimin. He is leaning up against the headboard of his king size smiling at the camera with sleepy eyes. The message below reads, "Goodnight dear Aimee. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow". I message back choosing not to send a photo to accompany it. Just the words, "sleep well, dream happy".

I place my phone back down smiling and close my eyes. His face the only thing occupying my mind now. It's been a long day filled with lots of anxiety, nerves, trepidation and lust and I need sleep in the worst way to recharge my batteries. Thankfully it comes swiftly.