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I miss him so much, it’s damn near painful.

I hear a ding from my phone and quickly check it.

Mom: I’m at the store. Want me to get anything special for Jack’s visit?

My parents have been incredibly supportive of my relationship with Jack. I was worried at first. How many parents of teenagers encourage a long-distance relationship? But my parents know how close Jack and I have always been and how hard this has been on both of us. It means a lot knowing they’re willing to help us see each other.

Me: Can you get him some Coke? I know we don’t drink it, but it’s his favorite pop.

I still can’t get over the fact that they call it soda here. It’ll always be pop to me. I never realized how different things are in other places compared to Oregon. Simple words have gotten me laughed at – like my use of “pop” instead of “soda.”

Chicago is weird, but I’m settling in. I even made a friend – Claire Morgan. She lives next door, and she’s in several of my classes. She’s been really nice to me. It’s been great finally having a real girlfriend instead of the fake, horrible ones I always had back in Portland.

It also helped to have a friend here for my 17th birthday, instead of just my family. It made it a little less depressing. I was upset that Jack couldn’t come out, but there was too much going on at home for him, and he couldn’t get away. To be fair, I missed his birthday, too. It’s the first birthday we’ve celebrated without each other.

I can’t help but notice the milestones that we’re missing now that we’re apart. But Claire has helped me feel less alone, and I’m excited for her to finally meet Jack since I’ve talked about him so much. I can’t wait for him to get here!

He’s here! I can’t believe it. God, I forgot how incredibly hot he is. I about melted at the airport when he swept me up and kissed me.

We walk out of the airport hand in hand, while I talk a mile a minute, telling him everything I have planned for his visit. He laughs at my enthusiasm and pulls me closer to him, kisses my hair, and then entwines my fingers with his.

I’m in heaven.

We spend most of his first day driving around the city so he can see where things are located, and then I take him back to my house. I help him get settled in the guest room – I knew my parents wouldn’t let him sleep in my room, no matter how much they like him – and then take him for a drive to a park I discovered after we moved. It’s not far from our house, but it’s a little more private than having my parents eavesdrop on our conversation.

We pull into the park and start walking around the trails.

“I can’t believe you’re really here!” I squeal, causing him to laugh at me.

“God, I missed you, Paige. It’s not the same without you. Not even close.”

He holds my hand as we walk and talk about meaningless things. We’re pretty up to date about each other’s lives since we talk every day, but we still manage to find plenty to talk about. We eventually sit down on a bench that sits on a side trail tucked just off the main path. I pull his head to mine and kiss him deeply.

I’ve missed this intimacy with him. He groans into my mouth, and I move my hand across the bulge in his pants – he’s clearly missed this, too.

“I really want to do more than kiss you right now.”

“Paige, I’m all up for adventurous, but I’d like to not get arrested within 24 hours of being here. I’m pretty sure sex in a public place could get us arrested.”

I’m a little disappointed that he’s being the voice of reason right now. I thought 17-year-old boys were supposed to be insatiable.

“You don’t want to have sex? Jack, we haven’t seen each other in…”

He cuts me off. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did you hear me say I didn’t want to have sex? God, Paige, that’s all I’ve thought about for the last 2 weeks, longer really. I just don’t want to do it in a public park.”

He thinks for a minute, “Your parents sleep all the way down the hall, right? On the opposite side of the hallway from the guest room?”

“Yeah.”

“So…you could sneak into my room after they go to bed.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, which makes him look absolutely ridiculous, but also adorable. I giggle and kiss him.

“I suppose I might be able to do that.”

“Might, huh? What does a guy need to do to turn that ‘might’ into a ‘yes’?”

“Hmm… well, I suppose I could be convinced if he were to kiss me properly.” Jack laughs loudly, making me laugh with him. I love our flirtatious banter.

“Like this?” He leans over and kisses my cheek. I giggle.

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