Page 8 of Falling For Us Again

I knock, the sound echoing in the quiet. There’s no immediate response. I knock again, louder this time.

Still no response.

Just when I’m about to turn away, the door creaks open slightly as a gust of wind sweeps past.

I push it open and step inside. The air is thick with dust, and the house feels eerily quiet. I hear faint grunts coming from deeper within, so I cautiously make my way towards the living room.

Jenna is standing on a wobbly chair struggling to fix a light bulb.

Dust motes dance in the air, disturbed by her movements. She doesn’t notice me, too absorbed in her task, her slender arms straining to hold the light bulb in place.

Her back is towards me, and I take advantage of the moment to appreciate how her jeans molds to her tight butt and how even with her long blonde hair in disarray, she somehow makes it look incredibly sexy.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Careful, that chair doesn’t look very stable,” I say, my voice echoing in the quiet house.

Jenna gives a startled yelp at the sound of my voice, and the light bulb in her hand crashes to the floor as the chair tilts dangerously. She gasps as she loses her balance.

I quickly run to catch her, pulling her back before she hits the floor. For a moment time stands still, and I savor the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I can feel the furious pounding of her heart as her full breasts are crushed against my chest.

After a minute, I lean back, greedily drinking in the view of her face mere inches away from mine, eyes still tightly closed as she tries to pull herself together. My eyes fall to her lips slightly parted, and I swallow hard.

“I told you to be careful.” My voice is low and husky.

Jenna’s blue eyes flutter open, and her breath hitches as she looks at me. God she’s so beautiful.

There are questions in her eyes as we gaze at each other, coupled with bitterness and longing, or is the longing just wishful thinking on my part?

Jenna blinks, and the moment is shattered. She clears her throat, turning her face away.

“Put me down, Dylan.”

I carefully set her down, away from the shattered pieces of the bulb. She rubs her clammy hands against her shirt and takes a calming breath.

“Why are you standing on such an old chair? Are you trying to hurt yourself?” My voice comes out angrier than I intended.

“I was just fine until you sneaked up on me.” She stops and places a hand on her hips with raised eyebrows. “You know what? I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“What are you doing here, Dylan?”

I've asked myself that same question, but I have no satisfying answer to it.

I shrug. “I was driving by and saw that the door was opened.”

“Yeah, right.” She smirks as she begins sweeping the broken light bulb.

I grab the other lightbulb on the table and walk over to help her fix the issue.

I twist the bulb, and it clicks into place. The room immediately brightens, casting a soft glow over us. A smile curls on her face before she looks at me, replacing it with a blank look.

“You’re welcome.”

She tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ears. Every movement she makes catches my attention. She has always been captivating to me. I find myself thinking back to our first meeting.

I’ve found myself checking her out at school. She was a beautiful girl, so it was hard not to notice her, but it was more than that. There was a sadness that pulled at me. She didn’t seem to have many friends, and I kept wondering why she always wore long sleeves.

That Friday we were both walking home from school and when she was close to her house, she stopped for a moment before turning back. Her eyes landed on mine as she turned.

“Hi,” I say, smiling as I approach her. “I don’t want to go home either.”

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