Falling Down(65)

He nods.
I step up on tip toe and press my lips to his, my hands framing his face. I hold my lips to his, lingering, before I step back. I grab my suitcase and pull out the handle so I can roll it out. A lone tear rolls down my cheek and I brush it away. I head to the door before more tears fall. Pressing the code quickly, I open the door. I can't help myself, I look back.
I'll never forget this moment as Jesse stands there silently watching me, meeting my gaze as tears threaten to spill over. When I feel the first one start to fall, I smile and whisper, "Bye Jesse."
"Lucy," he says, taking a step forward. "This is 'see you later'."
I shake my head. I gasp for breath as I fight the tears building, racing down the stairs to the front door where Max is waiting for me.
I wish that were true, Jesse, but sadly I think this is the last time I'll ever see you. Thank you for everything. You're an amazing man and I'll never forget you or this weekend. I press a kiss to my index and middle fingers and blow it to him as the car lurches forward and takes me away from this dream and back to my reality.
Goodbye Jesse.
Jesse: You saying goodbye doesn't work for me.
Lucy: What?
Jesse: Your goodbye isn't accepted and that means we're not done. I'll see you soon, Lucy. This is far from over.
I don't respond, I just rest my head back on the seat, close my eyes, and hope like hell I can make it out of this in one piece.




Chapter Twelve
Lucy
Still more than a little sore and confused from my weekend with Jesse, Monday brings new challenges. I work hard to push aside the complexity of feelings for Jesse--meaning the fact that I wish it could be more than just a weekend but I know the score. He doesn't do relationships and I've accepted that. Besides, I won't be seeing him again for--well, probably never unless we meet in some unlikely place.
Sera sighs. "Stop pouting."
"I'm not pouting. I'm nervous."
"Uh-huh."
"I am. You should be too with who Cage said was coming for the interview slash auditions."
"Are we really going to have them audition?" Jace asks.
"No, just play a couple songs with us and see if we get a good vibe. If not, then we'll jam with the next one on the list."
Jace yawns and takes a drink of coffee. "I'd die without Starbucks Americano."
"Same," I say and take a sip.
"I could go for a coffee IV on a regular daily basis. I wonder how wired a person would get from that," Sera says looking out the window.
"I think we'd be bouncing off the ceiling like Mario."
"Ha! Likely," she replies.
Frank smirks. "This is the weirdest conversation you've ever had at seven-thirty in the morning."
"Well, it's probably due to the fact that it's seven-thirty in the morning," I scold, giving Sera a pointed look.
"Hey, don't blame me. I didn't set this up."
"He's kinda your boyfriend. You should've influenced him to set this up for late morning."
"I can't control the man and he's not my boyfriend."
"I said kinda."
"Still not."
"Denial: it's not just a river in Egypt," Jace says with a grin.
"What are you grinning about manwhore in training?" Sera says with clear disgust on her face.
"What?" Jace replies, feigning innocence.
"You know what."
"Yeah, Jace," I say, my tone laced with sarcasm. "How many skanks did you screw this weekend?"
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
Sera looks at him with a smirk. "Interesting. He's already evading and we aren't even on tour yet."