Page 22 of Falling For Us Again

I’m standing in the old Hartlow fairground, the place where so many of my childhood memories were made. The sky is painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun sets, casting a warm glow over everything. The sounds of laughter and music float through the air, and I can almost taste the cotton candy on my tongue.

Suddenly, Dylan is there, standing in front of me. His green eyes lock onto mine, and there’s a softness in his gaze that makes my heart flutter. He steps closer, his presence comforting and electrifying at the same time.

I can feel the heat radiating from his body, and my breath catches in my throat.

“Jenna,” he whispers, his voice low and filled with longing.

Before I can respond, he cups my face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His lips meet mine in a gentle, tentative kiss, and the world around us seems to fade away.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as our bodies press together.

The fairground disappears, replaced by a secluded spot by the lake, another cherished memory from our past. The water glistens in the moonlight, and the air is filled with the sounds of nature.

Dylan’s hands roam over my body, his touch igniting a fire within me. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of burning desire in its wake.

“Dylan,” I moan, dampness pooling between my thighs as my body throb with need.

He responds by pulling me closer, his hands finding the hem of my dress and lifting it over my head. His mouth moves lower till he finds a nipple and pops it into his mouth, suckling. I arch into him, the sensation is overwhelming, and I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of passion.

Pushing my panties aside, he finds the nub of my desire and rubs it in circles. I moan deeply, grabbing the back of his head greedily sucking at his tongue. His finger slides into my wetness…

A loud, jarring noise shatters the moment. My eyes fly open, and I’m back in my bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. The noise that pulled me from my dream was my phone ringing loudly beside me.

Groaning, I reach for the phone, my fingers fumbling as I try to silence the intrusive sound. My nipples tingle as they rub against the silky fabric of my pajamas, and my panties are soaking wet.

It’s just a dream Jenna.

The screen lights up with Aunt Mila’s number, and I swipe to answer.

“Hello?” my voice sounds husky with sleep and lingering desire.

“Jenna? Are you still in bed?”

My heartbeat steadies as I recognize her voice. “Aunt Mila, hi. You do know it’s only 6 am.”

“6:00 AM? It’s 10:00 AM, sleeping beauty. Although I’m happy to see you’re getting plenty of rest.”

My eyes snap open, shaking off the remnants of the dream. “What?” Sunlight floods the room, temporarily blinding me as I shut my eyes and sink back into the bed. “What the heck?”

“Well, at least you’re catching up on your sleep. That’s something.”

“I guess,” I shrug. I can’t remember the last time I slept past 6am.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine. No nervous breakdowns. At least not yet.” I don’t mention the vivid dreams and scandalous thoughts about Dylan.

As if reading my mind. “Have you seen Dylan?” she asks, not missing a beat.

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And what?” I ask, my brows furrowing as I catch the suggestive tone in her voice.

“Oh, come on, Jenna. Don’t be coy. Tell me.”

“Well,” I clear my throat, feeling a bit shy. “He looks good.” I scoff to myself, “good” is an understatement. He’s hot, even hotter than I remember. Just the thought of that body does things to me that I can’t put into words.

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