January: A Dear Diary Short Story (Dear Diary Short Stories Book 1) by Skye Turner Page B

shatter around him. My climax prompts his own and with one final thrust, he empties himself inside me.
    When he’s done, he pulls out and the suction sound makes me cringe. It’s like my body is reluctant to release his magnificent cock.
    He’s breathing heavily as he steps back. I slide to the floor, where I just look up at him as my body continues to quiver.
    He unrolls the condom and tosses it into the trash after tying it. His gaze returns to me and he says, “Five minutes. Clean yourself up. I want to continue the painting in five minutes.”
    Nodding, I struggle to stand and head to the bathroom with a huge smile on my face.

 
     
     
     
    A SENSE OF DISAPPOINTMENT FILLS me as I wait for my morning Zebra Latte. Julien is not here. Granted, he’s not here every day, but I was really hoping to see him today.
    I’m lost in my head and full of despair when I feel a presence at my side. Looking up, I gasp. I quickly mask it.
    Dammit, Ramsee! Get your shit together. Right now! He’s HERE! Talk to him!
    Julien smiles down at me. He’s dressed differently today. He’s not paint splattered and he’s wearing jeans, a button down shirt, and a sport coat. His wavy hair is pulled back off his forehead. Just as I’m thinking it’s a shame his waves aren’t gracing his face, one springs free. He looks amazing.
    His hand automatically goes to try to tame it and before I can stop myself, I reach out and grasp his arm. His brows raise and he laughs. “I don’t know why I try to tame this hair.”
    I smile back. “Leave it.”
    His eyes light up and he looks down to where my small hand is caressing his arm. I quickly pull my hand back and stammer, “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m so sorry.”
    He reaches out and encloses it in his own before I can hide it in my coat pocket. My breath catches at the contact and a current shoots up my arm. “Quite alright. No harm. No foul.”
    The barista coughs and when Julien looks over, he hands him both of our drinks. Julien takes them and holds one out to me. As I reach out to take it, he smiles. “I believe this one is yours, my lady.”
    I can’t help it, I grin back, though my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest and my hand is so wet I’m worried I’m going to drop the coffee on the floor. “Thank you.”
    Ha! You’re talking to Julien and you haven’t dropped your coffee. Winning!
    He gestures to the tables as we get jostled from behind. We’re blocking everyone’s way. “Shall we sit? Do you have a minute?”
    I nod. Hell yes, I have a minute. I have an hour. A day. A month. A year.
    Whoa sista, slow your roll. He asked you to sit down, not have his babies.
    Shit, those would be some pretty babies though.
    Just breathe…
    “I have a bit before I have to run off.” I head to an empty table in the corner and he pulls my chair out before I can switch my coffee to my other hand. I smile up at him as I sit. “Thank you. You’re very chivalrous.”
    He chuckles. “Yeah, well my momma would smack me if I didn’t show a lady respect.”
    “Aw, well, your momma would be proud.” I tuck a loose piece of my hair behind my ear before I cradle my cup. I’m so nervous and I want to kick myself for acting like a fool around Julien. Granted, he’s invaded my thoughts both asleep and waking for over four months, but still. I smile at him. “I’m Ramsee.”
    He laughs out loud. “Would you think I was a stalker if I said I already knew that?”
    He already knew that? What? Seriously? Is he as attracted to me as I am to him?!
    Swallowing my nerves, I give him my full watt smile. “No, I wouldn’t think you were a stalker at all. Just don’t tell me you know where I live.”
    He slaps the table. “I do not. I’m assuming you live around here though, since you’re here like every day.”
    I laugh. “Well, so are you.”
    He nods. “I am. I live upstairs actually. I have an apartment on the top floor.” He points up as he says