Text me, baby

           Greg
opened the Field House door for Stella and then walked with her to her car, the
silence between them felt awkward. Stella unlocked her door and got in the
driver’s seat. She pushed her hair back glancing quickly at herself in the rear
view mirror. When she turned to face Greg he was resting his arm on the inside
edge of her door casually. Stella searched his face.

            “Have a good day. Text me, baby,” he
said.
            His hand moved toward her and he ran
it down her thigh. Then he pulled himself away and shut her door. He smiled at
her through the closed window. Holy shit,
what was that? 





Gem Rats--a Chick lit novel                                Lisa Loomis                 On Amazon Kindle and paperback