Chapter Six
**Jeff's POV**
Knock knock. I knocked on the only barrier between love and me: the door to Seana's condo. I heard her unlock the door and then it was open; I saw the love of my life. Gosh, she was beautiful. Her golden brown hair was pulled back, and when we made eye contact, her baby blues gleamed. I ran up to her and scooped her up in my arms, whisking her away to the couch. I sat down with her in my lap and kissed her lovingly. As I went to pull away, she came forward, to keep the kiss going longer; I didn't mind one bit. When the kiss ended, I hugged her. "Hey beautiful," I said, looking straight into her eyes. "Why did you come home so early? Are you not feeling well?"
"I'm fine," she giggled. Man, that golden chime of a laugh, "Mr. Evans is the one not feeling well. He left work early," she smiled. "Which means…"
"…more time with me," I finished her sentence for her. Seana giggled, got up, and shut the door. But before she closed it, I noticed two kids outside our door, making faces.
"Hey! What's the look for? Haven't you ever seen two people in love before?" I shouted after them, not knowing that had suddenly come over me.
"Hun, what was that for?" Seana asked me, "They're only like seven and four!"
"Oh babe…" I trailed off. "I wish I could explain it to you." I sighed. "But I can't. I've tried to figure it out. But Seana, I love you. I love you with all of my heart and I don't want you ever to leave me. I feel like a new person; I've felt it since the day I met you. Seana, I feel like you give my life meaning." I finally collapsed and laid down on her couch, the cool leather giving me chills. I'd never been to intimate with anyone, so deep. I'd never told anyone my deepest emotions before.
Ah, Jeff, I thought to myself, you screwed it all up. Now she's gonna want to leave, she'll think you're a pervert, she'll- but my thoughts were cut off by a kiss from the beloved. I reached up and pulled her down on top of me, and soon we were making out. I kissed her neck, her cheek, her collarbone, her mouth…
"Love you too baby," she said in between kisses.
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I lay in bed that night, not able to sleep. I flopped over and looked at the clock. Two in the morning, great, I thought. I figured I wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon, so I got up and stretched. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I took one sip and poured it out. It tasted too tangy for 2 AM. I walked over to the living room and sat down on the recliner. It was comfy enough to sleep on, if only I could get to sleep.
After trying to fall asleep for another hour, I decided to call my dad. He was usually up this late anyway, watching some crap show on TV. I had a lot to talk about.
"Hello? Jeff?" my dad answered from the other end of the phone line. He didn't sound the least bit tired.
"Hey, Dad…" I said. I sighed. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Oh no… is Seana pregnant? Because if she is…" he almost started one of his age-old rants.
"No Dad, she isn't pregnant. We're not even married, remember?"
"Yeah, I know. That's what I was going to say. Anyway, go head son. What is it that you need to talk about?"
I didn't know how to explain it. So I just went right ahead. "Well the thing is, Dad, ah…" I fumbled around with words. "Dad, I love Seana. I love her very, very much, and I think she's the girl I want to marry. But I'm only eighteen; I, I just don't know what to do. It's to the point where I'm not paying attention to my friends because I'm thinking about her, to the point where I can't sleep because I'm thinking about her. Dad, I just need some advice, I guess."
"Ah, son… life isn't always easy. If you really love the girl, I'd say go for her. Get engaged! I don't care if you're 18, 46, 16, or 34; if you really are in love then go for it. But keep in mind, even though you love her, she may not love you back. I would hate to see you get hurt. But Jeff, there's a question I have to ask you; have things gotten serious between you two?"
I smiled and laughed a bit. It was kind of embarrassing, talking to my dad about this stuff. "Ah… and we'll leave it at that." I said, embarrassed.
"Ha! No son, seriously. I would like to know the answer."
Hmm, no getting out of this one, I thought. "Yes Dad, just the other night actually." I answered honestly.
"Oh, really?" my dad answered, "Wow… well, I'm happy for you then, Jeff. If you don't mind me asking… how was it?"
Now this was awkward. "Um, Dad…"
My dad started laughing. "It's okay son. I didn't expect you to answer that one. Now get some rest. Think about our talk. You can call me any time; remember that. I love you."
"Love you Dad. Thanks… for the talk." Click.
