When he returned

Chapter One ~ "Groping in public should be a crime"

~Jenny~

Then rain is pouring heavily outside as I glance out of the slightly burred taxi window. I can already see that my carefully pin straight hair is now full of subtle waves. He's actually going to think I'm a tramp now; great just great.

After that first call to Jake four years we have kept in touch. This meet up has been planned for a while now. I just hope he doesn't get lost on the way to the underrated café from the airport. He took an morning flight at around 8am so he should've landed about twenty minutes ago at 1'o'clock.

The taxi pulls to a slow and careful stop; handing the driver £10, I slowly exit the cab. I enter the quaint café and I scan the surroundings. The café is quiet surprisingly, with only a few customers. I spot an empty booth next to a window, hoping that nobody steals it whilst I order drinks. I glance at the texts from this morning when I'd asked Jake what drink he would have when he arrived. I order myself a chocolate milkshake with extra cream and a Tea with lots of sugar for Jake.

I'm waiting by the counter for the barista to finish our drinks when I feel slight pressure on my waist. I glance down and smile at the hands settled on my hips.

"You know, when you said you were coming to visit, I didn't think you actually meant to visit my body. Groping in public should be a crime," I can't stand anymore so I begin chuckling and spin around in his arms so I'm facing him.

"For a second there I thought this was someone else," his smirk intoxicates me as I throw my hands around his neck in an instant.

"Jake," I squeal at him. I can feel him laughing against me as I pull away. I gesture to his drink, which he gladly picks up, and pull him towards the booth I spotted earlier.

"Oh how funny," he laughs as we sit opposite each other.

"what?" I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face as I watch him.

"You pulling me to this booth? It reminded me of a certain first day," I chuckle at his memory whilst lifting my drink to my mouth, forgetting about the cream. I feel the cold at the same time as I hear him crack up.

"Here, you have a little something..." He leans over the table and wipes his finger along my nose and lower lip, lingering on the latter for longer than necessary. I notice the cream on his finger and watch as he puts the finger in his mouth, eating the cream. I feel my face heat up and look down.

"I've missed you," Only then do I look up at his sincere tone as he scans my face.

~Jake~

"I've missed you," I've said it now and I really hope she misses me too. If she doesn't then I will be completely mortified. There is a chance I went to fast and scared her off.

Instead of her making fun of me a huge smile spreads across her face.

"I've missed you too. How've you been? It feels like forever since we last spoke," she's speaking but I quickly loose focus. She's gorgeous and I can't believe I ever left her behind. Watching her speak so angelically makes my mind go one place.

I really want to kiss this girl.

"Jake?" My thoughts are interrupted and I really hope she didn't see me staring.

"Yeah, sorry what? It was a long flight so I guess I spaced out."

"How've you been?" She laughs out, she must've noticed my staring.

"Oh I've been fine, even better now though," I reach across the table and clutch her hand, not loosing eye contact.

"Why" she chuckles even though I'm certain she knows why. The little tease.

"Because I'm here with you." I know it's  blunt, but it's honest at least and I have a feeling she needed to hear it.

Once our drinks were finished we walked around town before deciding to head to a club. How else do we celebrate reuniting?

Drink after drink. Shot after shot. Eventually the night becomes a blur as we stumble around on the dance floor thinking we have the moves like Jagger. Shamelessly we grind against each other and dance the night away provocatively together.

I don't remember the time as we wandered to her apartment but I do remember what happened once we got there.

"Do I smell like Popcorn?" I glance at her as she jumps onto her kitchen counter, sliding her pumps off. I walk forward and stand between her legs.

"You smell great, not popcorn like at all," however instead of removing my drunken head from the crook of her neck, I nestle in deeper, leaving butterfly kisses along her collarbone.

I lean back and face her, feeling the sudden urge to kiss her. Our lips collide for a passionate and needy kiss. I lift her up, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist as I make my way to the bedroom.

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Well I combined chapter 1 and 2 and I pretty much changed them so much.

I hope you liked the new updated version so far.

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