Half an hour later, I found myself in a cute dress I bought in Paris and I was going out of the door, locking the door and getting back in the car. I sat in the car for a moment, trying to figure out what I was doing with myself, and what I was expecting to happen. Did I really think that I would see Jethro and that everything would be perfect again? I knew better than to expect that. Yet I was still acting like an idiot and getting in the car to go and see Jethro, but then I thought back to what Mia said about the man she loved being married, with a child on the way and I pictured how I would feel if Jethro was like that in a year or so. Then I turned the ignition on in the car and I was off.
Ten minutes later I was outside Jethro's house, and walking down the driveway to his house. I put my hand up to knock and then I remembered that Jethro was drunk, so he probably wouldn't hear the door; for all I knew he had passed out on the floor within the last hour since he rang me. I walked in and followed the sounds of movement into the basement. There Jethro lay in the middle of his half-finished boat, with a glass of bourbon in his hand. "I know it's Friday, but you really shouldn't drink so much, Jethro." I walked down the stairs, trying to act casual, but I was worried about his reaction.
Jethro sat up, moving carefully so he didn't hit his head and got out from underneath the boat, and placed his drink on the bench, before standing and walking over to me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking at him, and that was when I realised that he wasn't all that drunk. "I was wondering if you would come over, Jen."
"And what made you think that I would come over?" I smiled slightly, going back to my old flirty self. I could always flirt around Jethro; then again he would flirt back.
"Well, because I knew that you thought I was drunk and well Jen, has anyone ever told you that you worry too much." I smiled at the sound of my nickname. I loved that he called me Jen. I walked around him and put my bag on the bench before leaning against the boat like I had the day before.
"Yes, Jethro. I have been told numerous times that I worry too much. So why did you want me to come over?"
"I don't recall saying I wanted to come you over, Jen." He got his glass of drink and took a swig of it, before walking back over to me and standing in front of me looking directly into his eyes. "I get the feeling you wanted to come over."
"No I didn't. I just wanted to see if you had passed out on the floor yet." I took his Bourbon out of his hands and drank some; a slight smile crossed his mouth.
"You know, when you lie, your right eye twitches." Then he took the drink back and looked straight into my eyes. "So why are you lying to me Jen?" I looked into his eyes and said nothing, knowing that if I did tell him why I was here I would end up making a mistake. I looked at his face and I realised how truly handsome he was. And that I loved him. He moved one step closer, and still looking straight into my eyes, put his glass behind me onto one of the pieces of wood making the construction of the boat. "Why would you lie to me Jen?" But I couldn't answer, I was too mesmerised and it was a little while before I realised how close he was to me.
"Oh, Jethro. If you don't want me here, just say and I will go."
"Now, now Jen. No need to say that like you don't want to be here."
"I don't appreciate being called a liar, Jethro."
"So you don't deny that you do want to be here?" It seemed like he moved closer, but that could just be me being slightly hopefully. Then I felt his hands on my hips and I knew I wasn't just being hopeful. "Come on Jen, just admit that you do want to be here."
"Jethro, you have no idea how annoying you are." But I was trying not to laugh and worse of all, Jethro could see it. He suddenly ducked his head and started nuzzling my neck. I placed my hands on his chest to push him away, but he holds my wrists and pulls me against him. Suddenly he whipped me around so I was leaning me up against the bench. Holding both of my thin wrists in one hand, he presses his body against me as he reaches around me and picks something up. When he lifts his weight off of me and leans back, he has a rope in his hands. He pushed my hands around me and wraps the rope around my wrists before I have any chance to react. "Jethro what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
"Well…" Before I could finish my sentence, I was spun around again and pushed up against the boat, and then his lips crashed down on mine and though I tried to pull away I just can't. With my hands tied up behind me and my back up against the boat I couldn't move, and after a while with his lips on mine, I didn't really want to move away. This wasn't exactly how I was expecting this spontaneous meeting to go, but if this is how he wanted to do things, I wasn't complaining. As I lost myself in him and in my thoughts, I realised that I had started to kiss him back. Then I felt his tongue against my lips, asking a question that I quickly answered by opening my mouth against his.
It wasn't long before I has untied the rope around my wrists, and as I completely lost all rational thought, I finally allowed myself to be loved. I allowed myself to love the only man I wanted in my life.