Foolish Pride
Foolish Pride is a 40 page 'extra peek' into the lives of the Jamisons (There's Only Been You & Meant To Be). Youngest brother Danny Jamison has a lot to learn about women, and even more to learn about himself...
When God was handing out out pride, Danny Jamison must have gotten in line twice, because he's about to let the best thing that's ever happened to him slip away--Emily Harris.
Emily is head-over-heels in love with Danny, but she's not sure she can take his jealous mood swings anymore. Something has to give or his Foolish Pride is going to be the end of them.
When God was handing out out pride, Danny Jamison must have gotten in line twice, because he's about to let the best thing that's ever happened to him slip away--Emily Harris.
Emily is head-over-heels in love with Danny, but she's not sure she can take his jealous mood swings anymore. Something has to give or his Foolish Pride is going to be the end of them.
******
Sinking down until submersed to her neck, Emily bent her knees and closed her eyes, letting the steaming water work it's magic. It seeped into her bones, relaxing her from head to toe as her worries seemed to melt away.
By feel alone, she grabbed her two-in-one shampoo, squeezed a small amount onto her head, and scrubbed like a mad woman. Once rinsed, she reached for the washcloth and bar of soap. She lathered up her face first, washing away her dried tears and every trace of make-up. She ran the washcloth over her shoulders, under her armpits, over her breasts and stomach. She moved the washcloth between her legs--
"I'd be more than happy to take over for you."
Emily squealed and sat up in a rush, splashing water all over the floor. When she realized it was Danny leaning against the doorframe, she threw the wet washcloth at him. "Dammit, you scared me half to death!"
He pushed away from the door and strode forward. "Sorry. I knocked, but you had Metallica blaring so loud you couldn't hear me."
"I find Metallica extremely relaxing!" she snapped. "Now give me back my key and get the hell out of my apartment." She held out her hand.
Danny knelt beside the tub, but instead of handing her the key he brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "Look, Em, I know you're royally pissed at me right now, but if you'd just give me a chance to explain, I--"
"Are you kidding me? 'Royally pissed' doesn't even begin to describe how I feel." Suddenly more angry than upset, she crossed her arms over her breasts and brought her knees up in an effort to preserve a little modesty. Which she knew was ridiculous since they'd been sleeping together for more than a year.
"You have no idea how sorry I am for what I said. It was completely inexcusable. But...if you could just give me one more chance..." He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, holding it against his cheek as he said, his voice raw with emotion, "Em, I love you. And I know you love me, too."
Her eyes filled with tears. Damn him! Now? He waits until things are over between them to finally say those three little words she'd been waiting so patiently to hear him say? But...as much as she wanted to believe him, she couldn't, she just couldn't.
She jerked her hand from his. "I'm sorry too, Danny, but I can't do this anymore. Your jealousy has gotten crazy lately and that temper...sometimes I'm afraid..."
Shock twisted his face into a mask of incredulity. "My God, I would never hurt you. How could you even think--"
"I don't know! That's the problem. It's like I have no idea who you are anymore. You're angry all the time, you've become so possessive." She reached up to swipe at her eyes. "It seems like the only time you're in a good mood anymore is when we're in bed."
"Then let's crawl in bed right now and stay there forever."
"Danny, please, just go. I can't do this right now. Please."
With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet, head hung low, and turned to leave. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, "Fine, I'll leave. Give you a couple days to get over your anger. But eventually we're going to talk about this. Because there's no way in hell I'm just going to just let you go."
By feel alone, she grabbed her two-in-one shampoo, squeezed a small amount onto her head, and scrubbed like a mad woman. Once rinsed, she reached for the washcloth and bar of soap. She lathered up her face first, washing away her dried tears and every trace of make-up. She ran the washcloth over her shoulders, under her armpits, over her breasts and stomach. She moved the washcloth between her legs--
"I'd be more than happy to take over for you."
Emily squealed and sat up in a rush, splashing water all over the floor. When she realized it was Danny leaning against the doorframe, she threw the wet washcloth at him. "Dammit, you scared me half to death!"
He pushed away from the door and strode forward. "Sorry. I knocked, but you had Metallica blaring so loud you couldn't hear me."
"I find Metallica extremely relaxing!" she snapped. "Now give me back my key and get the hell out of my apartment." She held out her hand.
Danny knelt beside the tub, but instead of handing her the key he brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "Look, Em, I know you're royally pissed at me right now, but if you'd just give me a chance to explain, I--"
"Are you kidding me? 'Royally pissed' doesn't even begin to describe how I feel." Suddenly more angry than upset, she crossed her arms over her breasts and brought her knees up in an effort to preserve a little modesty. Which she knew was ridiculous since they'd been sleeping together for more than a year.
"You have no idea how sorry I am for what I said. It was completely inexcusable. But...if you could just give me one more chance..." He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, holding it against his cheek as he said, his voice raw with emotion, "Em, I love you. And I know you love me, too."
Her eyes filled with tears. Damn him! Now? He waits until things are over between them to finally say those three little words she'd been waiting so patiently to hear him say? But...as much as she wanted to believe him, she couldn't, she just couldn't.
She jerked her hand from his. "I'm sorry too, Danny, but I can't do this anymore. Your jealousy has gotten crazy lately and that temper...sometimes I'm afraid..."
Shock twisted his face into a mask of incredulity. "My God, I would never hurt you. How could you even think--"
"I don't know! That's the problem. It's like I have no idea who you are anymore. You're angry all the time, you've become so possessive." She reached up to swipe at her eyes. "It seems like the only time you're in a good mood anymore is when we're in bed."
"Then let's crawl in bed right now and stay there forever."
"Danny, please, just go. I can't do this right now. Please."
With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet, head hung low, and turned to leave. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, "Fine, I'll leave. Give you a couple days to get over your anger. But eventually we're going to talk about this. Because there's no way in hell I'm just going to just let you go."
Foolish Pride is a 40 page 'extra peek' into the lives of the Jamisons (There's Only Been You & Meant To Be). Youngest brother Danny Jamison has a lot to learn about women, and even more to learn about himself...
When God was handing out out pride, Danny Jamison must have gotten in line twice, because he's about to let the best thing that's ever happened to him slip away--Emily Harris.
Emily is head-over-heels in love with Danny, but she's not sure she can take his jealous mood swings anymore. Something has to give or his Foolish Pride is going to be the end of them.
When God was handing out out pride, Danny Jamison must have gotten in line twice, because he's about to let the best thing that's ever happened to him slip away--Emily Harris.
Emily is head-over-heels in love with Danny, but she's not sure she can take his jealous mood swings anymore. Something has to give or his Foolish Pride is going to be the end of them.
******
Sinking down until submersed to her neck, Emily bent her knees and closed her eyes, letting the steaming water work it's magic. It seeped into her bones, relaxing her from head to toe as her worries seemed to melt away.
By feel alone, she grabbed her two-in-one shampoo, squeezed a small amount onto her head, and scrubbed like a mad woman. Once rinsed, she reached for the washcloth and bar of soap. She lathered up her face first, washing away her dried tears and every trace of make-up. She ran the washcloth over her shoulders, under her armpits, over her breasts and stomach. She moved the washcloth between her legs--
"I'd be more than happy to take over for you."
Emily squealed and sat up in a rush, splashing water all over the floor. When she realized it was Danny leaning against the doorframe, she threw the wet washcloth at him. "Dammit, you scared me half to death!"
He pushed away from the door and strode forward. "Sorry. I knocked, but you had Metallica blaring so loud you couldn't hear me."
"I find Metallica extremely relaxing!" she snapped. "Now give me back my key and get the hell out of my apartment." She held out her hand.
Danny knelt beside the tub, but instead of handing her the key he brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "Look, Em, I know you're royally pissed at me right now, but if you'd just give me a chance to explain, I--"
"Are you kidding me? 'Royally pissed' doesn't even begin to describe how I feel." Suddenly more angry than upset, she crossed her arms over her breasts and brought her knees up in an effort to preserve a little modesty. Which she knew was ridiculous since they'd been sleeping together for more than a year.
"You have no idea how sorry I am for what I said. It was completely inexcusable. But...if you could just give me one more chance..." He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, holding it against his cheek as he said, his voice raw with emotion, "Em, I love you. And I know you love me, too."
Her eyes filled with tears. Damn him! Now? He waits until things are over between them to finally say those three little words she'd been waiting so patiently to hear him say? But...as much as she wanted to believe him, she couldn't, she just couldn't.
She jerked her hand from his. "I'm sorry too, Danny, but I can't do this anymore. Your jealousy has gotten crazy lately and that temper...sometimes I'm afraid..."
Shock twisted his face into a mask of incredulity. "My God, I would never hurt you. How could you even think--"
"I don't know! That's the problem. It's like I have no idea who you are anymore. You're angry all the time, you've become so possessive." She reached up to swipe at her eyes. "It seems like the only time you're in a good mood anymore is when we're in bed."
"Then let's crawl in bed right now and stay there forever."
"Danny, please, just go. I can't do this right now. Please."
With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet, head hung low, and turned to leave. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, "Fine, I'll leave. Give you a couple days to get over your anger. But eventually we're going to talk about this. Because there's no way in hell I'm just going to just let you go."
By feel alone, she grabbed her two-in-one shampoo, squeezed a small amount onto her head, and scrubbed like a mad woman. Once rinsed, she reached for the washcloth and bar of soap. She lathered up her face first, washing away her dried tears and every trace of make-up. She ran the washcloth over her shoulders, under her armpits, over her breasts and stomach. She moved the washcloth between her legs--
"I'd be more than happy to take over for you."
Emily squealed and sat up in a rush, splashing water all over the floor. When she realized it was Danny leaning against the doorframe, she threw the wet washcloth at him. "Dammit, you scared me half to death!"
He pushed away from the door and strode forward. "Sorry. I knocked, but you had Metallica blaring so loud you couldn't hear me."
"I find Metallica extremely relaxing!" she snapped. "Now give me back my key and get the hell out of my apartment." She held out her hand.
Danny knelt beside the tub, but instead of handing her the key he brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "Look, Em, I know you're royally pissed at me right now, but if you'd just give me a chance to explain, I--"
"Are you kidding me? 'Royally pissed' doesn't even begin to describe how I feel." Suddenly more angry than upset, she crossed her arms over her breasts and brought her knees up in an effort to preserve a little modesty. Which she knew was ridiculous since they'd been sleeping together for more than a year.
"You have no idea how sorry I am for what I said. It was completely inexcusable. But...if you could just give me one more chance..." He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, holding it against his cheek as he said, his voice raw with emotion, "Em, I love you. And I know you love me, too."
Her eyes filled with tears. Damn him! Now? He waits until things are over between them to finally say those three little words she'd been waiting so patiently to hear him say? But...as much as she wanted to believe him, she couldn't, she just couldn't.
She jerked her hand from his. "I'm sorry too, Danny, but I can't do this anymore. Your jealousy has gotten crazy lately and that temper...sometimes I'm afraid..."
Shock twisted his face into a mask of incredulity. "My God, I would never hurt you. How could you even think--"
"I don't know! That's the problem. It's like I have no idea who you are anymore. You're angry all the time, you've become so possessive." She reached up to swipe at her eyes. "It seems like the only time you're in a good mood anymore is when we're in bed."
"Then let's crawl in bed right now and stay there forever."
"Danny, please, just go. I can't do this right now. Please."
With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet, head hung low, and turned to leave. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, "Fine, I'll leave. Give you a couple days to get over your anger. But eventually we're going to talk about this. Because there's no way in hell I'm just going to just let you go."
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