Welcome to the third installment to Forget Me Not. If you missed past weeks, here is week 1 and week 2.
The morning flew by, just as Jenny had suspected it would. Was that a good or bad thing? That she wasn’t sure about. She’d spent the morning wondering what Nick looked like. He’d been in the army for eight years. She could only imagine at this point that he would have a buzz cut, tan, scars, and muscles. Biting her bottom lip, she knew he’d be handsome. But it didn’t matter how good he looked, he’d left her.
Jenny slid on her favorite black flip-flops. Stopping in front of the mirror, she adjusted her high pony-tail and made her sure mascara hadn’t smudged. She then gave a little tug down to her white shorts that made her slender legs look very tan.
Taking in a deep breath, it was now or never. Never sounded good actually. Why did she have to go? Couldn’t she just stand him up? No. There was no way she could stand Nick up. As much as he’d hurt her, she had to see him.
Her cellphone buzzed in her back pocket. Sliding it out carefully to assure she didn’t accidentally answer it, she saw it was Jeff. With a snort, she rolled her eyes and hit the ignore button. Whatever the hell he wanted, it could wait. She didn’t have the patience to listen to his crap.
The spot she was to meet Nick was in walking distance. There was a small private cove not too far away. They used to sit on the rocks as teens and watch the waves as the sun set in the evenings before he had to take her home. She’d only visited the cove a few times since buying her condo. Each time she came there, it hurt and reminded her that he’d left a spot of her heart broken and she still wasn’t sure how to fix it.
As she was about to approach the spot, her heart raced. She was scared to see him and what feelings it was going to bring back. What if he wanted her back? How was she going to keep her stand that she was angry.
She took a step into the cove and there Nick stood with his back to her, looking out over the ocean. He looked like she imagined, only better. His shoulders were broad in the t-shirt he wore. If he turned, it would likely cling to his pecks. He wore cargo shorts and she smiled. She couldn’t remember him ever not wearing cargo pants or shorts.
Crossing her arms, Jenny made her way closer. Nick turned and looked at her and she gasped. The eights years had been good to him.
They stared at one another for a few minutes before Nick took a step toward her. “Jenny, I’ve missed you so much.”
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