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“Well…yeah. I mean, it wasn’t crippling or anything. We continued with our lives and I was fine. Until I saw you again.”
She blushes lightly, and I want to reach out and touch her. When I lift my hand and bring it closer, she doesn’t shy away from me. I hook her hair behind her ear and she smiles at me.
“Are you and Stacey okay?” I ask.
Her smile fades and her eyes start to shimmer with unshed tears.
“She won’t talk to me at all. I fucked up, Brett. I really fucked up.”
I nod. Marc texted me that he and Stacey are in shit because of what Jenna said to Stacey. She shouldn’t have said something, but the cat’s out of the bag now. I can see why Stacey might be pissed off with Jenna.
“I shouldn’t have said anything, but I was so angry with you, and then…” her voice cracks and she swallows hard as if she’s trying to swallow back her tears. “I don’t know what to do.”
I put my arm around her, and she leans her head on my shoulder. I relish in her closeness, in the warmth.
“We’ll figure out how we can fix this,” I say.
“I don’t think there’s anything we can do.”
“Never say never, babe.”
She glances up at me. “Do you think we can make it right?”
I nod. “I’m sure there’s something we can say. Marc is a good guy. I want to talk to him about this—he won’t do something like that unless he’s in a bad space. And if I can help him, I will.”
“I just wish I can fix everything I broke,” Jenna says.
I agree. And I want to help her. But I want to fix what broke between us first, before we help the others. Then, we can focus on the next step. I pull the conversation back to what it was before I asked about Stacey.
“I want to try this again with you,” I say. “I want to see where this will go. Not as a fling, but as a proper relationship.”
“How will that work?” Jenna asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But I do know that if we really want something, we can make it work. We can figure this out if we both feel the same way. If I know you’re as serious about this as I am, then we can take it from there.”
She looks at me, and her eyes are large and beautiful and filled with emotion.
“I’d like to try, Brett. I want to see where this goes. I always thought you were a pain in my ass. I hated you for a long time. But I love you now. You’re everything I’ve ever—”
I don’t let her finish her sentence. I grab her and kiss her.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, too. And now, I finally have her. The girl of my dreams. The girl I’ve been pining over for more than a decade.
She’s finally mine.
When I break the kiss, Jenna is out of breath. Her lips are parted, her eyes are bright, and they slide down to my lips again.
She’s so fucking beautiful. And hot. Sexy as fuck. But she’s a beautiful person on the inside, too.
I want her under me. I want to make her mine all over again. I crave being inside her again.
“Come home with me,” I say. I know we just kissed and made up and I’m taking a chance, but—”
“Okay,” she says. Her eyes are dilated, and the need in her eyes echoes my own.
A lot still needs to be fixed. But we’ll get around to it. First, I want to worship her body and show her exactly what she means to me.
I start the car, put it in gear, and leave the airport. When I reach for Jenna’s hand, she interlinks her fingers with mine, and I’ve never felt so complete.
