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Name: J. Elayne
Genra: Contemporary YA
I screwed up, man. No – I fucked up big time. My girlfriend (of one year come September) is gonna step off that plane any minute and I just know she’s gonna ask how my summer was. What did I do over the summer? Did I miss her? How was everything? Damn.
I spot her tearing through the crowds, but she hasn’t spotted me yet. She looks so happy…and different…but happy. Speaking of which, I’m nearly dying in this red jacket I got zipped up to my neck, with the collar up. As hot as it is right now in Alabama. I can’t take my eyes off her since she’s wearing this flowy top, showing off those long and tanned arms, and she’s in some shorts. All legs, just as long and tanned. I love her legs – God I love her whole body. She’s got a bag with her but there’s no way that’s all, because she left the country for Greece. Now my cell phone’s ringing and – it’s her. Why the hell is she calling me now? I distinctly told her not to call because I was picking up my girlfriend – her friend!
“Hello?” I say.
“Brad, what’s up?” Vianne says.
“What’s up? I’m picking Danica up from the airport, that’s what’s up.”
“Oh damn, that’s right. Well, I just wanted to call. I thought we could hang out.”
“We could all hang out. I really like you both, you know.”
I’m not sure what she means by that, but if it’s what I think, I’m totally down for it. Really. My girlfriend has finally spotted me and makes her way over so I wave.
“I gotta go. Bye,” I quickly slide my phone into my pocket.
“Hey baby!” Danica says in her husky voice. She runs up to me and gives me the biggest hug and I squeeze her just as tightly. It feels so good to be in her grasp. But she pulls away with a twisted look.
“What’s with the face, babe?” I ask.
“What’s with the jacket? Do you know that it’s ninety-two degrees right now?”
Hell yeah I know that and I’m hoping she doesn’t notice I’m sweating buckets. She knows I sweat like crazy at the first sign of hot temperature. But I scoff and shake it off before I take her hand and spin her around.
“Babe, look at you. I gotta be honest…I almost didn’t recognize you when I first saw you over there.”
She smiles and pushes her hair over her shoulders. I love that. “And you’ve matured some since I’ve been away.”
“Yep, yep. It’s probably the sideburns.”
She laughs and kisses me. I missed those lips of hers. When she readjusts the sunglasses on her head, I can’t help but run my fingers though her thick hair; it’s a rich shade of dark brown, nearly black. Always keeps her curls up in a ball or ponytail. And I’m always trying to get her to let her hair down.
“So what did you do over the summer? What’s happened?”