Smokin' Hot

Chapter 4: Dinner

“Jennifer Taylor, is that really you!” Mrs. McClure gushed pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young lady!” she stepped back after releasing me and examined me from head to toe.

Kind of creepy in a way, but I knew this lady when I was a kid, and at least someone other than Britt could appreciate my perfect outfit.

“Can’t disagree with you there,” Mr. McClure piped in, “last time I saw you squirt, you were only this tall” he motioned with his hand right below his ribs.

“Yeah, it’s been quite a while, but it’s so nice to see you again Mr. and Mrs. McClure! Why don’t you come inside,” I said in the most polite and chipper voice capable of escaping my mouth.

They both took off inside the house, probably looking for my parents, but I have a hunch that it could also be because they smelled my mom’s famous tuna noodle casserole.

I turned back to the doorway and noticed Matt looking even better than he did this afternoon, if that’s even possible.

He had on plain dark jeans and a white button-up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, which made me shiver a tiny bit. 

You see I have exactly three weaknesses when it comes to guys:

1) smelling nice. Any guy that smells nice is just so inviting, no matter what he looks like. I always have the hugest urge to run up and hug him so I can smell him some more…weird I know.

2) muscles. I’m not the type of girl that likes skinny, pale, almost anorexic looking boys, but I don’t go for the huge body-builder type bodies either. Just the right amount of muscle will easily make me weak at the knees.

3) this is probably the most random weakness that I have because it doesn’t really make sense, but just love it when guys roll up their long sleeves a little ways up their forearm…preferably to the elbow. I think it’s because you can see how toned and tan their forearm is, but it leaves the upper bicep area a mystery. Totally hot.

Anyway, Matt had all three of those things going on for him at the moment, so I literally just stood there staring at his godlike perfection.

“Hey Jen” he said breaking the awkward silence of me checking him out uncontrollably.

I had to force my eyes that were super-glued to him to look at the floor instead “Hi” I barely managed to squeak out, as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.

Oh great, this is freaking fancastic. Now he’s making me BLUSH just by saying ‘hey Jen.’ This is bad.

He chuckled and walked past me into the house, “nice to see you again too” he said as he walked into the dining area, leaving me standing there trying to register what just happened.

Dinner was…interesting…to say the least. Due not only to the fact that I was forced to sit at a dinner table with the boy who’s social life I practically ruined (which he probably hates my guts for), but to make matters worse, he’s total eye-candy now, and it’s becoming harder and harder to refrain from gawking at him.

I tried my best to sound as least awkward as possible during dinner conversation, and I think I succeeded…well at least the adults couldn’t tell anything was wrong with me.

“So Jennifer, how’s school? What are you going to be…a senior now? Kids grow up so fast” Mrs. McClure leaned over to my mother and muttered that last part to her.

“Yes, I’ll be starting my senior year on Monday actually. I’ve been researching a few colleges that interest me as well.”

“If I recall, you were quite the little braniac, kiddo” Mr. McClure added “I’m sure any college would be begging for you.”