Textual Encounters: 2 by Morgan Parker Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Morgan Parker
t-shirt. Right now, he’s not wearing one, so I’m a little grossed out. I know some women like a man with a bit of hair, but I don’t. Not at all. I slip out from his grip and roll out of bed, grabbing the Samsung Galaxy. I sneak out to the living room once again. This time, I’m extra quiet.
My fingers dance across the Samsung’s screen, navigating back to the spot where Will interrupted me. It doesn’t take long to find, but then I notice the time again – 4:28 by now. Whenever I wake up early in the morning like this, whether it is to run to the bathroom for a quick pee or some other noise dragged me out of my dreams, I think of Jake. When we lived together, he would wake up extremely early to work out. He believed in early mornings and when he returned from the gym it was always around the same time that I would wake up. By the time he finished showering, I would drag him back into bed. Not for sleep.
The way Jake loved me outshone the love that any other man could ever dream of sharing with me. Jake has a magical way with his hands; he can trace my entire body with his fingertips and leave a trail of longing in their wake and a patch of warm, ready moisture between my numbed legs.
I squirm on the sofa just thinking about it. Jake is the love of my life. And even though he broke my heart almost a month ago when he said we couldn’t see each other anymore, I know we will be together again. Despite these texts, despite his pathetic fling with this med student whore, Jake will always love me. And that’s when I realize something: he wants to see me. It’s why he came to the hospital, why he risked everything and spoke with Will in the first place. It’s probably why I have this phone in my hands, even though Katie claims to be the one who gave it to me.
As if looking for evidence to confirm all of this, I raise the phone to start reading and notice the reflection in the window. It’s Will, but as soon as he sees that I notice him, he turns and heads back into the bedroom. I deliberate going back to bed with him, but opt instead to finish reading.
Monday May 6, 2013
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Jake
6:33pm:
How did your quiz go today?
6:42pm:
A few months ago, I met Christine’s ex in Toronto. We had a crazy chat and he told me that the woman I thought of as Christine was actually someone else. He told me she lied to me about her identity and when I confronted her, she admitted that it was because she needed to escape him.
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6:43pm:
The quiz went well. Why are you telling me this, Jake?
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Jake
6:45pm:
You know what’s weird? I thought I heard his voice tonight. In the lobby when I came home from work.
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6:46pm:
Was it him?
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Jake
6:46pm:
No, I don’t think so. He was just some guy arguing on the phone, and his back was to me. This guy seemed so much smaller than the Peter I remember meeting in Toronto. But the argument was something I would have expected to happen between him and Christine.
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6:48pm:
You should have gotten a better look at him, Jake. What if it IS this psychopath? What if he tracked you down because he thinks you know where Christine is?
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Jake
6:49pm:
Well I don’t know where she is. And I don’t care.
6:49pm:
I’m in love with you now, Katie. I meant what I said on Saturday in our texts.
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6:50pm:
Jake our timing isn’t right. I’m sorry.
6:51pm:
Have you thought about what you’ll say if this guy backs you into a corner?
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Jake
6:51pm:
Why are you so interested in this? And he won’t back me into a corner, he’s not like that. He’s a wife-beater, which means he’s
My fingers dance across the Samsung’s screen, navigating back to the spot where Will interrupted me. It doesn’t take long to find, but then I notice the time again – 4:28 by now. Whenever I wake up early in the morning like this, whether it is to run to the bathroom for a quick pee or some other noise dragged me out of my dreams, I think of Jake. When we lived together, he would wake up extremely early to work out. He believed in early mornings and when he returned from the gym it was always around the same time that I would wake up. By the time he finished showering, I would drag him back into bed. Not for sleep.
The way Jake loved me outshone the love that any other man could ever dream of sharing with me. Jake has a magical way with his hands; he can trace my entire body with his fingertips and leave a trail of longing in their wake and a patch of warm, ready moisture between my numbed legs.
I squirm on the sofa just thinking about it. Jake is the love of my life. And even though he broke my heart almost a month ago when he said we couldn’t see each other anymore, I know we will be together again. Despite these texts, despite his pathetic fling with this med student whore, Jake will always love me. And that’s when I realize something: he wants to see me. It’s why he came to the hospital, why he risked everything and spoke with Will in the first place. It’s probably why I have this phone in my hands, even though Katie claims to be the one who gave it to me.
As if looking for evidence to confirm all of this, I raise the phone to start reading and notice the reflection in the window. It’s Will, but as soon as he sees that I notice him, he turns and heads back into the bedroom. I deliberate going back to bed with him, but opt instead to finish reading.
Monday May 6, 2013
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Jake
6:33pm:
How did your quiz go today?
6:42pm:
A few months ago, I met Christine’s ex in Toronto. We had a crazy chat and he told me that the woman I thought of as Christine was actually someone else. He told me she lied to me about her identity and when I confronted her, she admitted that it was because she needed to escape him.
------------------------------------------
6:43pm:
The quiz went well. Why are you telling me this, Jake?
------------------------------------------
Jake
6:45pm:
You know what’s weird? I thought I heard his voice tonight. In the lobby when I came home from work.
------------------------------------------
6:46pm:
Was it him?
------------------------------------------
Jake
6:46pm:
No, I don’t think so. He was just some guy arguing on the phone, and his back was to me. This guy seemed so much smaller than the Peter I remember meeting in Toronto. But the argument was something I would have expected to happen between him and Christine.
------------------------------------------
6:48pm:
You should have gotten a better look at him, Jake. What if it IS this psychopath? What if he tracked you down because he thinks you know where Christine is?
------------------------------------------
Jake
6:49pm:
Well I don’t know where she is. And I don’t care.
6:49pm:
I’m in love with you now, Katie. I meant what I said on Saturday in our texts.
------------------------------------------
6:50pm:
Jake our timing isn’t right. I’m sorry.
6:51pm:
Have you thought about what you’ll say if this guy backs you into a corner?
------------------------------------------
Jake
6:51pm:
Why are you so interested in this? And he won’t back me into a corner, he’s not like that. He’s a wife-beater, which means he’s
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