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“It's me”, Jett whispered. I
saw him bend down, he picked something up, it was a piece of wood.
“Get back to the car.” he whispered loudly.

Oh no, dammit, déjàvu. I
know this, I know it! “Jett,” I said in my normal voice as he
walked backward toward me. ”He's gone, I'm sure of it.” Jett
said.

He turned to look at me and
he said “Nice branch.” He held up his, mine was three times bigger.
“What were you going to hit me over the head with that?”

“No, what were you going to
do with yours, write a message in the dirt?” We both
laughed.

“I thought I'd conk the
other guy on the head with it.” Jett dropped his and I threw mine
like a spear into the black abyss and we heard a grunt and then a
bunch of rustling. Jett and I ran to the car.

We were laughing, he started
the car and headed down the street, “How do we get to your house
from here?”

“Just up four houses on the
right” I said.

“We're awfully close to your
house to be parking aren't we?” He asked and chuckled.

“I didn't want to park,
park. I just wanted to talk to you alone.” He pulled to the bottom
of my driveway, put the car in park and turned off the engine.
“What do you want to talk about?”

“Oh, not like that, I just
wanted to talk since we couldn't during the movie and if we're here
we'll probably get interrupted.” Our outdoor lights went on and
they cast light and shadows into his car, there was just enough
light to catch a glimpse of the blood trickling down his arm onto
his hand. “Holy crap, you cut your arm! Are you okay?” I looked
closer, “Do you need stitches?”

“No, I don't think so.” He
pushed his sleeve up and the cut was pretty big, I touched it “Are
you sure?”

“No it looks fine.” Jett
said as cool as a cucumber.

“You better come inside,
I'll take a look at it and clean it for you.....” He hesitated.
“Come on don't be a baby, I don't bite.”

I led him into our basement
through the garage, and over to the bar, which reached across the
width of the room, it was big. “That's a nice bar,” he
commented.

“Thanks, my parents
entertain a lot so it’s fully stocked too. Grab a seat.” I pointed
to the bar stools. I went behind the bar and grabbed our first aid
kit. I grabbed the bag next to it as well. “What's in the bag?”
Jett asked.

“My mom overstocks gauze and
first aid supplies ever since my brother slid down a tree.” He
looked at me with a puzzled look.

“Well, let me tell you my
brother's story.” I helped Jett take his coat off while I was
talking. Then I rolled his sleeve up. “After swim team, two summers
ago, we came home and my brother wanted to play outside, so no big
deal, he did. The problem was he had his Speedo on, no shirt and no
shoes. If you've ever seen a Speedo you know they're like
underwear.” Jett nodded in agreement. “He was climbing a tree near
our fort and was pretty high up. It was one of those skinnier trees
with very rough bark and no branches for at least 12- 14 feet in
the air. When he got up really high, the tree started to bend, you
know flex. And I think it freaked him out because that's when he
lost his grip and slid all the way down. He still has the scars on
his chest to show for it.” Jett made a noise like he knew it
hurt.

When I was done cleaning and
bandaging his arm I noticed his jeans were torn on his thigh, he
had a cut there too. I just stared at it and he said “What?” he
looked down. “I didn’t know that dog got me on the leg too. You
ought to have your parents call animal control.”

“It was a dog? I thought you
said it was a guy?”

“I don't know, I didn't see much. When we
tussled I thought I heard a growl, maybe it was a dog and a guy. Or
a really hairy guy,” he said laughing.

I asked Jett again, “Are you
sure you don’t need stitches?”

“No.” He said ripping his
jeans a little more. All I could do was stare at the muscular leg –
he was perfect. “I’ll be fine” he murmured. I couldn’t believe we
were on a date. This beautiful boy asked me out, but would he ask
me out again or was I just supposed to make his ex-jealous? Plus,
this date had been overly chaotic, one incident after another. I'm
not sure I would want to date me.

I managed to get another
piece of gauze out, he took it from me and cleaned his leg. I
managed to get the bandage on him without embarrassing myself,
although, the touch of his skin made my heart race. It was hot and
smooth and I didn’t want to stop touching him, so I smoothed the
bandage on really well, leaving my hand on his leg and it felt very
serene just touching him, I was in heaven.

He let out a little laugh
and said “What are you doing?”

“I'm sorry, but you have
very nice skin.” My eyes almost popped out of my head and I quickly
asked. “Are you gonna tell me what happened? You ran into the
ravine after a guy, then you were attacked by his dog? Do you know
who it was?”

“Let me see your other arm.”
We pushed his other sleeve up and sure enough another cut on the
back of his wrist but not bad at all. “Oh, that was from before the
movie.” I looked at him, concern in my eyes. “It's fine,” he said
pushing his sleeve back down, “I'm fine. I didn’t see anything it
was too dark but I heard a growl and the bite felt like a dogs so I
assume some guy sicced his dog on me”

He turned to me and said
“Thank you – I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me on my
skin before.” he half laughed.

“Are you kidding me? You're
gorgeous.”

He looked a little abashed,
but it didn't keep him from talking. “No one has ever told me that
before.”

“Now that, I don't
believe.”

Why did I have to say, you
have nice skin…. Why couldn’t I have said nice smile, nice eyes,
anything but nice skin – although, it was smooth with muscle
underneath, when he flexes I can see every muscle. I have got to
stop drooling over him, get it together girl.

“You seem to be pretty
honest and you speak your mind.” Jett said. As he was talking I
went back behind the bar and grabbed a couple of sodas and glasses.
“So if I asked you anything, do you think you'd tell me the truth?”
I froze before setting the last glass down, giving him a nervous
smile, not showing any teeth.

“I assume I would, I guess
it depends on the question......no, I take that back, I'd either
tell you the truth or tell you it was none of your
business.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Why
did you ask to park, with me, really?”

“Of course,” I replied, “I
wanted to talk alone....I didn't know if my brother and my sister
would be home and..... I wanted to…to see if….” He looked at me not
believing my story – I squinted my eyes at him “Fine, maybe I
wanted to see if we could duplicate our kiss from earlier.” I let
out a breath and said “I wanted to see if you were a good kisser.”
I walked around the bar, wanting to run away but instead I sat on
the bar stool next to his. He had a goofy look on his face so I
added “Because if you weren’t, and the theater was a fluke, then I
wouldn’t go out with you again” …and I grinned because I knew that
wasn’t true.

Laughing he said “Oh
really?”

I, of course, couldn’t
keep my mouth shut, so I retorted “Just because you’re mister
good-looking doesn’t mean you’re good at anything else. ….
Oops I’m sorry Jett, I'm sorry.” He continued
laughing. “I say what’s on my mind and I'm very sarcastic. I
get that from my dad, but he's actually funny.”

“No, no, I think you're very
funny and the reason why I asked you out was because I heard you
were interested in going out with me. I had no idea you were
sooo...” He sat forward on his bar stool and said “But if
you're not interested and I'm not a good kisser, I guess I'll just
leave.”

I almost choked! Did I talk
him out of going out with me? What am I stupid? I quickly retorted
“I never said you were a bad kisser, I said I wanted to test the
theory which if you recall we did…..” He grabbed my bar
stool and pulled it as close to him as he could get it to him, with
our noses almost touching. I didn’t breathe and I didn’t move. I
was trying to stay quiet.

He said in a low soft voice,
“The reason why I asked you out was because you seemed
different. You don’t wear a lot of make-up and I
think you're pretty without it. And I actually thought you liked
me.” I leaned in for a kiss and he pulled back. I let my hands
rest his legs gently and looked in his eyes, they were so
dreamy they made me melt.
They were a warm butterscotch with
light gold and copper flecks
and I
whispered “Please don’t leave, I’ll be nice.” My
voice was a little shaky. There was a long pause, almost
too long, but he kept looking at me. “I promise that I’ll try
not to be so sarcastic,” another pause, I held my
breath again.

He pulled back. ”I like
sarcastic – and a sense of humor. The other girls I’ve dated are
way too serious, and by the way, most girls ask me out and make the
first move. So even though I have a reputation, I didn’t make it
all on my own. It was sort of made for me. I'm actually kind of
shy.” He turned his chair and stood up.

Okay, now what do I do?
“Would you like more soda?” My voice was still shaky and nervous. I
wished I was Tori right now she would know what to do; she'd have
him wrapped around her little finger.

“No,” he replied and put his
coat on. I quickly retorted, “So you asked me out to get close
to my sister then? Because she’ll never ask a guy out,
you’ll be waiting a long time!” He turned and gave me a
dirty look. “Crap, I said I would try……sorry.”

“You sure do say sorry a
lot, and I have no interest in your sister, I wouldn't do that I
have two brothers so I know how that can be. I should be the one
that's worried. You dated Cale, one of the best looking guys in
school. I should be nervous on where I stand.”

“I usually don’t screw up a
date this bad, you just make me nervous and as for Cale he's more
of a pretty boy and we had nothing in common, so nothing to worry
about there.” I went to push myself off the bar stool, putting my
hands on either side of the seat to slide off, but instead Jett
leaned toward me putting his hands over mine gently. His hands were
warm and felt nice. I held my breath, trying not to move. His lips
touched mine ever so softly, barely brushing mine. I was waiting
for a panic attack, but nothing happened. Please don’t stop, please
don’t stop, was all I could think.

He moved one of his hands
off mine slowly, I let my hand wander up his arm. He slowly moved
his hand onto my knee and I kept my eyes closed and my head down.
Jett swooped one of my legs to the side and then the
other in one smooth sweeping motion and wrapped his arms
around me, pressing me into him. His whole body felt warm,
I could feel the heat radiating from him. I had no clue what
to do, my hands were idle. Should I move them? Should I open my
eyes?

He pulled my chin up with
his hand. His lips touched mine and I could picture his smile in my
head, his lips a soft cherry red and his butterscotch eyes. His
lips were soft and warm, when he pressed them into mine, I didn’t
know when to breathe.

He stopped; and pressed
his forehead to mine so I figured I ought to breathe. He moved in
again pulling my hips closer to him. Freeing my other hand, I put
my arms around his neck as we moved our lips slowly and softly. The
kiss deepened and our lips parted. I felt a heat wave come over me.
He was done kissing me and my eyes were still closed.

He whispered “Your eyes are
closed.” I opened them slowly hoping to look like I knew what I was
doing and said “I know, weren’t yours?” He smiled and went to say
something but I interrupted and kissed him again. I put my hand on
his cheek and slowly moved it to the back of his neck. His hands on
my hips moved slowly to the small of my back and touched my skin, I
winced a little and the other moved up to my mid-back almost
touching my bra and I started to squirm, I broke out of the
kiss and just looked at him. He stared back, waiting for me to
say something.

“I thought you didn’t have
any expectations for our date?” I replied.

“No I don’t, I thought we
talked about that.” he said with a slight inflection in his voice.
“Why? Did you?”

“Just one.....I was, well, I
no....”

He leaned in and kissed my
neck, “You can tell me.”

“I wanted to...the first day
I saw you, you had your jacket on with no shirt” I said
wavering

“Yes, and?”

“I always think about it.” I
replied.

“So I didn't have to take
you to a dinner and a movie.”

I giggled and said “nope”
softly.

He took my hand and kissed
my palm. I looked down at our hands, he pressed mine firmly on his
waist at the hem of his shirt; I flattened it and slowly pushed
upward until I felt flesh. It sent chills through me, I felt him
quiver; I moved my other hand to his stomach. He was very warm, his
skin soft as silk, I slid both hands further up across his abs and
then onto his chest and back down. I pushed them around to his back
and lightly scratched him, pulling them up and forward and up
again. I looked into his eyes, they were closed for a second and
then he looked down at me. We kissed, I pushed my hands up to his
chest, his nipples were dense, it was angelic. I moved my lips to
his jaw and then his neck and breathed him in letting my hands move
down slowly out of his shirt and down to his butt and then I
stopped. I kept my eyes closed and then started to think and hoped
he wouldn’t try to go any further because I'm not sure if I could
resist him. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and dropped
both hands to the small of my back and pronounced hoarsely “I
should get going.”