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I laugh, unable to resist her persistence, and begin to recount every naughty detail that transpired between Jacob and me.

Lana sits there in shock and awe, then a huge grin spreads across her face. "You’re welcome," she teases. I can only laugh in response. "Yes, you were right. Thank you for bringing me back to reality and telling me to take a chance with Jacob," I say playfully.

She straightens her back in victory and smiles, "Like I said, you’re welcome," she chides once more. We both laugh, enjoying the light-hearted banter, and then begin to prepare for our departure from the ship in the morning. This vacation has been my best one yet! I think to myself and I can't wait to see what else the future holds.

PART TWO

Summer Love

Chapter Twenty-One

Jacob

In the two weeks following our cruise, Anya and I have been engaged in a constant stream of text messages and video calls, as if our phones have become an extension of ourselves. Despite the distance between us, we've managed to maintain a connection that feels as strong as ever. Yet, the reality of a long-distance relationship is proving to be more challenging than I initially anticipated.

Between my responsibilities as a tour guide at the Civil War Museum and Anya juggling two jobs, finding a window of time where we're both free has felt like trying to solve a complex puzzle. But finally, after what feels like a marathon of scheduling conflicts, we've managed to synchronize our calendars, and tomorrow—July 4th—is the day we've circled on our calendars with eager anticipation.

I can't help but indulge in a few cheesy daydreams about our upcoming reunion, picturing her radiant smile, the warmth of her embrace enveloping me, and the sense of homecoming that washes over us both.

Despite the challenges of distance and conflicting schedules, our connection remains steadfast, fueled by the mutual understanding that we're both committed to making this work. Tomorrow can't come soon enough—I'm ready to bridge the physical gap between us and immerse myself in the presence of the woman who has captured my heart.

The day of the reunion finally arrives and my nerves are on fire. As the clock strikes 4:30 in the morning, I awaken to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains, illuminating the room with a gentle warmth. Despite the early hour, a surge of anticipation courses through me, propelling me out of bed and into action. Today is the day I've been eagerly awaiting—the day I'll finally be able to see Anya again.

After a nice hot cup of coffee, I move through my morning routine with urgency, the sound of the shower providing a soothing backdrop to my thoughts. As I dress and gather my belongings, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within me. It's only been two weeks since the cruise, two weeks of constant texting and anticipation, and now the moment I've been waiting for is finally here.

Stepping out into the cool morning air, with my second cup of coffee in hand, I settle into the driver's seat, the engine humming to life beneath me. The streets are quiet as I pull out onto the road, the world still asleep in the pre-dawn hours. But inside, I'm buzzing with energy, my mind filled with thoughts of Anya and the day ahead.

The drive to New Jersey stretches out before me, the miles disappearing beneath the wheels as I navigate the empty highways. With music blasting through the car speakers and each passing mile, my excitement grows.

I've been counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds, never once losing sight of the purpose of this day. I know that Anya and I share a bond that time and distance cannot weaken, but the mere thought of not being able to touch, smell, and taste her all day long is torturous. But as I sit in my car, the smell of Pennsylvania fading into the background, my thoughts wander to the magical moments we shared on our cruise.

Every waking moment of those five days on the ship felt like a dream. I remember our first meeting, and how I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Then on the last day of the cruise, the way she looked up at me, her eyes filled with unspoken longing and desire, as I thrusted into her, bringing her to a mind-blowing climax. I laugh at the thought, we had sex in the Ivory Lounge as if the cameras weren’t there and the glow of Anya’s skin in the aftermath. She looked so beautiful in that moment, the way she looked at me, her eyes reflecting a vulnerability and trust that was overwhelming. It was in those moments that I knew I had found something special.

Finally, after three hours of driving, I arrive in New Jersey, the city awakening to the dawn of a new day. Pulling up outside Anya's apartment building, I can hardly contain my excitement, my heart racing with the knowledge that she's just moments away. Stepping out of the car, I make my way toward the entrance, a smile spreading across my face as I prepare to finally embrace the woman I love.

Anya

I wake up to the soft glow of dawn seeping through the curtains, illuminating my room in a warm golden hue. Today is the 4th of July—the day Jacob is finally coming to visit. Excitement pulses through me at the thought of seeing him again, of feeling his arms around me and seeing his warm smile light up his face.

But as I lie there, a knot of uncertainty forms in the pit of my stomach. Despite the anticipation, doubts begin to creep into my mind. Two weeks have passed since the cruise, two weeks filled with constant texting and late-night conversations. Yet, amidst the excitement, there's a nagging feeling that maybe this is all moving too fast, that diving headfirst into a relationship with someone I barely know is reckless.

Jacob seems wonderful—kind, caring, and attentive. But despite our daily interactions, I can't shake the feeling that there's still so much I don't know about him. Dating long-distance is hard enough, but dating someone I barely know feels like a leap of faith into the unknown. What if Jacob isn't who he seems? What if there's a hidden side to him that I haven't seen yet?

Despite these doubts, I remind myself that Jacob hasn't given me any reason not to trust him. He's been nothing but supportive and understanding since we met, and I know he genuinely cares about me. Yet, the uncertainty lingers, a shadow hovering at the edge of my thoughts.

With a sigh, I push aside my doubts and force myself to focus on the present moment. Today is a day for celebration, for fireworks and barbecues and spending time with loved ones. Whatever reservations may linger in my mind, I know I owe it to myself to give Jacob a chance—to see where this newfound connection might lead. And so, with a determined resolve, I set aside my uncertainties and begin to prepare for the day ahead, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

As I slip on my Sunday best, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety washes over me. It's been a few weeks since I started going back to church, a decision born out of a desire to show everyone—myself included—that I'm healing, that the darkness of my past with Paul hasn't consumed me.

But stepping back into that familiar place of worship also stirs up old fears. Church communities have a knack for prying into the personal lives of their members, and one misstep can quickly become the talk of the town. The thought of facing judgmental stares and hushed whispers weighs heavily on my mind, casting a shadow over what should be a joyous occasion.

Today feels particularly daunting, as I'll be introducing Jacob to my church family for the first time. It's been two long years since I last brought a man through those doors, and the memory of the scrutiny and gossip that followed still lingers like a ghost.

I can't help but wonder if I'm making a mistake, if history will repeat itself and I'll find myself once again the subject of scandalous rumors and harsh judgment. The thought is suffocating, threatening to drown out the fragile hope I've been nurturing in my heart.

But as I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders, I remind myself that I am not the same person I was back then. I've grown stronger, more resilient. And while the fear may never fully disappear, I refuse to let it dictate my actions.

With a silent prayer for strength and courage, I steel myself for the challenges that lie ahead. Today is a test—a test of my faith, my resilience, and my ability to rise above the shadows of my past. And though the journey may be fraught with uncertainty, I cling to the belief that redemption and healing await on the other side.

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