SixStringGuy: Hello sugar!! I've missed you.

I felt myself blush as his words came across my screen. If truth be told I've missed Jamie too, but just thinking about this conversation has me nervous. I've been nervous about this conversation since I'd stepped out the doors of Paisley Park and got in that cab back to Minneapolis. I knew he was going to ask about the trip, but the question became what was I going to say? How would I explain the show?

Grumpybluebear: Hey Jamie, I've missed you too. Feels like a long time since we chatted last.

SixStringGuy: it has been lol. So how was your trip? I want to hear all about it.

Shifting uncomfortably in my chair my hands rest nervously as the base of the keyboard as my fingers try to find the words my mind can't. The only words they hover over are the ones associated with the images I've not been able to shake from that night. My hand on his chest. . .Hazel eyes gone dark. . .his hand on my knee, moving up my thigh. . .that kiss. . .

Grumpybluebear: it was great. Meg and I got to spend so much time together. We caught up on everything that's been happening in our lives over the last few years. It was just so nice to get away and see some different scenery. So how have you been?

SixStringGuy: well I've been fine lol. But seriously that's all you got to tell me about your vacation?

Grumpybluebear: there really isn't much to tell.

SixStringGuy: ok? What about the show at Paisley Park, how was it?

Grumpybluebear: good.

The image of Prince and I sitting in his recording studio filled my mind.

SixStringGuy: just good?

Grumpybluebear: yeah.

SixStringGuy: are you sure you're ok?

Grumpybluebear: yes :)

SixStringGuy: ok sugar, these one word answers aren't you. What's really going on?

The blush rose on my cheeks as I tried to think of something more specific to talk about that didn't involve those few hours.

Grumpybluebear: Sorry, I just don't really know what to say about that whole event.

SixStringGuy: what do you mean you don't know what to say? I thought it was just good. I'm confused.

My annoyed sigh felt as though it took all the air from my lungs as my brain tried to fall deeper into those memories. Images that had rolled through my mind at the most inappropriate times over the last week and that's when I realized it had in fact been a week ago that I had essentially ran away from something I didn't understand and couldn't face. I had physically ran out on Prince just the way I'd done numerous times on Jamie during our conversations. It was an unsettling idea, but I was starting to think I'm a coward.

Grumpybluebear: Fine, the concert was good. It was intense and I was impressed with the performance. Your favorite artist certainly does have quite the stage presence, lol.

SixStringGuy: See now was that so hard. Why didn't you want to admit how much you enjoyed your time.

Grumpybluebear: It's not that I didn't want to admit I had a great time, I really did. And I was really impressed, there's just other things. It complicated..

A small laugh comes over me as I take note of using his own favorite phrase.

SixStringGuy: You think I don't see what you did there : /

Grumpybluebear: lol ;)

SixStringGuy: Now there you are. That's the Sydney I've come to know. Don't backslide on me sugar, our conversations just started getting good.

Grumpyblueabear: I agree that our conversations have just started getting, more interesting. Ok, I don't want to be seen as gossiping, but you won't say anything, right?

SixStringGuy: You know whatever you tell me stays with me. Not a word about it will cross my lips. Now what's going on??

Grumpybluebear: I met him.

SixStringGuy: Oh. Well ok, lots of people have so that's not really that shocking. How did the meeting go? Did he make a good impression?

Grumpybluebear: Yeah, you could certainly say that, lol.

SixStringGuy: What the hell does that mean? What exactly happened?

What could it hurt to tell Jamie? At least time him some of it I suppose. Thinking to myself as my fingers tap out an anxious rhythm on my keyboard. Jamie came across as a real fan of Prince and I'm sure he wouldn't be the kind of guy to be spreading rumors or my business in general.

Grumpybluebear: I met him.

SixStringGuy: so you said.

Grumpybluebear: yeah. Ok, so here's what happened.

SixStringGuy: lay it on my sugar.

Grumpybluebear: apparently he asked John to bring Meg back because he wanted to meet her and I just got drug along. Then he offered to give me a private tour of the facility.

SixStringGuy: alright. And what did you think of him? Nice guy? Creeper like me? Somewhere between?

Grumpybluebear: he was a perfect gentleman.

A grin appears on my lips as I take a sip of the wine I've been nursing for a while now. I suppose some "normal" people wouldn't consider what had happened very gentlemanly, but at that moment I'd never been more glad that I didn't fall into that category of people. Replaying the way he had caught me watching him in the mirror and the gentleness in his voice when those words had passed over his lips, 'can I touch you?'. The simple memory of those words sent chills straight to my core.

SixStringGuy: huh. So that's it then. He was a gentleman who gave you a private tour?

Furrowing my eye brows at his words.

Grumpybluebear: yeah, what's wrong with that?

SixStringGuy: oh nothing at all. I've just always heard rumors and I'm surprised he didn't try anything with you.

Grumpybluebear: what do you mean rumors?

Leaning closer to the screen, as if this was now some sort of whispered conversation between me and his written word.

SixStringGuy: nothing bad, just that he's a bit of a ladies man. That he appreciates a beautiful woman.

Grumpybluebear: and what makes you think I fit into that category even? For all you know I could be a total dog or even a man ;)

SixStringGuy: oh I seriously doubt that.

Grumpybluebear: you're sweet Jamie. Thank you.

SixStringGuy: :)

Grumpybluebear: he kissed me

For whatever reason I felt as though I held my breath as I waited for his response. My bare foot tapping nervously against the soft carpet  

SixStringGuy: so, there is more to it. So what are we talking about? Like a kiss on the cheek or are we talking about a kiss?

Grumpybluebear: this is stupid. I don't want to talk about this.

SixStringGuy: so a real kiss and you liked it ;)

Rolling my eyes at his words and my inability to control the conversation. This is why I'm not telling him anymore, I simply couldn't imagine what his reaction would be to the full story. 

SixStringGuy: Tell me about it. I've heard so many things, I'm curious what your opinion is.

Grumpybluebear: you want me to tell you about the kiss?

SixStringGuy: hey my girl is still holding out on me, so I'll take whatever I can get ;) tell me about your kiss sugar.

Chewing on my bottom lip I thought of that kiss for probably the millionth time in the last few days. His warm, agile tongue exploring my mouth, his faint stubble gently scratching against my face, wet lips pressed hard against mine as my senses were engulfed in the warm scent of his cologne and my taste.

Grumpybluebear: it was passionate and heavy and forceful and I don't know where any of it came from. I can't even imagine who he was thinking about because that sort of passion doesn't happen with someone you just met. Whoever was on his mind is one lucky girl.

SixStringGuy: how can you be so sure it wasn't you he was thinking about?

Grumpybluebear: no, that wasn't the kiss you give someone who is just floating through one night of your life.

SixStringGuy: you just never know Sydney. At least you have something new to fantasize about next time you try to get off ;)

Grumpybluebear: lol.

SixStringGuy: what's so funny?

Grumpybluebear: nothing.

SixStringGuy: tell me.

Grumpybluebear: no

SixStringGuy: more one word answers?

Grumpybluebear: so.

SixStringGuy: did something else happen?

Grumpybluebear: well

SixStringGuy: something else with Prince?

Grumpybluebear: Jamie. . .

SixStringGuy: so there is more. Tell me.

Grumpybluebear: I'm going to bed. Good night Jamie.

SixStringGuy: oh that's not fair. At least give me a hint, please.

Grumpybluebear: I'll talk to you after the holidays.

SixStringGuy: really gonna leave me hanging like that?

Grumpybluebear: hey Jamie, while I was on vacation. . .

SixStringGuy: yeah?

Grumpybluebear: I finally came.

I logged off immediately after hitting send, a satisfied smile on my face knowing that for once I likely surprised him.