Catch You Later

Raina

How was it that even down the phone, he could get me all flustered and overheated? I needed to get myself together. I needed to—I wasn’t sure, but I needed to do something. Maybe get off the phone and stop sounding like such a blundering idiot?

“I guess you will,” he replied. How could he sound so cool? He was talking like he had the world in the palm of his hand, and me right there with it.

“Catch you later,” I replied, and I practically cringed when I heard how breathy and overly interested my voice sounded. Oh my goodness. Was that really what I was like when I was around him? I had hoped that I might be able to keep myself together just a little better than that, but it seemed like I had lost the ability.

We made sure to exchange numbers and said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone and stared at it for a long moment. All my thoughts about work and worms and dogshit had vanished right out of my head. I was going to see him again. I was going to see him again.

It was like I