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EPISODE 4
Seven Years Too Late
Some connections come too late… or exactly when they’re meant to.
“That’s why I could not wait until tomorrow or next week to take you on a proper date. It had to be tonight.”
“When will you be back?” She did not want to sound desperate.
“I’m not. Well, not for a while.”
She smiled, trying not to look sad. What did she expect anyway? She said, “Wow. New York. What are you going to do there?”
“I applied for this job on a fishing boat in Alaska. I’ve always wanted to go on a big adventure, and this adventure pays well. I’d be set up when I get back.”
“That sounds so exciting. Why New York, and not straight to Alaska?”
“I found this company on-line and there’s a group of us, so we’re meeting there first. The company will be paying for our accommodation and our flights from New York to Alaska. I only have to pay to get from here to New York.”
He looked so excited; Jenny could not help feeling happy for him. “It sounds almost too good to be true.”
He laughed. “Now you sound just like my mum and dad. It’s all legit, they emailed me the tickets and I searched the hotel on-line. Everything will be okay. Enough about me, though. You’re probably off to Uni soon, so, what’s the odds of seeing you ever again.”
“We’re friends on Facebook so now we can keep in touch wherever you have a Wi-Fi signal.” She laughed to disguise how she really felt.
His hands reached up to her face and then his one hand tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear gently as he brought his lips closer to hers.
Jenny did not allow herself to think about why she was kissing him when he would be gone tomorrow. Maybe that was exactly the reason why she was kissing him. For more than seven years she had nurtured the feelings she had for him like a precious little kitten abandoned by its mother even before it had a chance to open its eyes. All she wanted to do was focus on the way he pressed his body against hers. Commit it to memory. The slow, sensual way her tongue followed his, and the way he felt when she slid her hands over his broad shoulders.
His hands gripped the back of her thighs, and he lifted her up.
Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically.
Burying her hands in his hair, she pulled him down with her as she lay down on the bonnet of his car.
Then Jenny experienced a sensation she had never felt before when she felt him harden against her.
His hands found the hem of her shirt again, and he tugged at it, pulling it up until his eyes met hers. He said, while the corner of his mouth pulled up into an endearing crooked smile, “It’s almost ten, I promised I wouldn’t get you into trouble.”
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