I Need A Little Time... — Heather Mar-Gerrison

I could hear someone singing softly on the next aisle from where I was stood. He seemed to only be singing the verses to the song – as if he wanted someone to chime in with the chorus... well, I was happy to oblige. I waited until he came to the end of the next line and then I started to softly sing the chorus. I stopped and waited to see if he'd continue the song.He did. This was kind of fun. I pulled out a book and peered through the bookshelf. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I found myself eye-to-eye with Jules....Mum always reckoned that if she could stop singing and someone carried on the song – they were totally in tune with you – like you had a connection... and I was pretty damned sure I had a connection with Jules...Making him see that while he was still nursing a broken heart was gonna be a challenge... I could see that but I was also willing to give it a go...I still wasn't sure if I was in love with Jules – or in love with the idea of being in love with Jules – and I guess I was never gonna find out unless I took the bull by the horns and asked him out.Hi, I said, What are you doing in here?He raised an eyebrow, Why shouldn't I be in here?' he asked, I like poetry.It was my turn to raise an eyebrow, Poetry?He nodded, Why, what's on your side?I looked at the shelves. I hadn't really been taking much notice – I'd followed the sound of his beautiful voice if I was gonna be completely honest. Motorcross and uh, BMXing.He nodded, Wow. He said, You're into that?I swallowed hard and shook my head, Not really. I admitted with my heart slamming against my ribs painfully, But I'm into you.