Shes A Smokin Gun

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Jenna sighed as she stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a fluffy black towel around her body. Then wrapping one around her hair to match. She sighed as she stepped out looking around the bathroom.

Dinner with her parents.. Dinner with her parents had been amazing! They liked him. He liked them. Hell Brantley has even invited them over for dinner at his place at a different time! Wait the man cooked? Jenna couldn't ever remember when he had cooked for her. He made them popcorn a few hours ago and her house stunk like burnt popcorn for 2 days!

Anyways. Dinner at her parents had been fine. Then came dessert. Then Brantley asked Jenna to stay.. Over night at his house.. Now it brought them here. Well her here. At her home.

She had said yes of course. Without a doubt she said yes. She didn't have doubts did she? No. No doubts. No she was just nervous. She told Brantley yes that she just needed to go home. Shower. Get a bag together and she would be on her way. Well that was over 2 hours ago..

Jenna got dressed looking down at her phone. 2 missed calls.. B.. 3 missed texts. She slid the notification away not even being able to read them.

Get it together Jenna! For fuck sakes! Your 28! You aren't a fucking virgin! You've had sex before! Your not new at this! Yes it may have been awhile. But she definitely knew how to have sex...

She sighed as she sat down on the toilet seat. Biting down on her fake nail. Then why did she feel like she was on the border of a Panic Attack.. Like instead of wanting to run into the arms of the man she loved, She wanted to run the other direction...

WAIT! Love?! She didn't love Brantley did she? She couldn't? It
Had only been a couple of months. Is this why she was feeling the was she was? LOVE? Jenna screamed into her hands. Standing up. She packed a quick bag. Walking out to her truck she climbed up into it. Pulling out her driveway..

She began driving. But she wasn't driving to Brantleys. Hell she didn't know where she was going. She was just driving...

PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I promise I'm setting them up for something great!

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