Amy
I can't believe it's been an entire month since the last time I saw Scott. The morning after our amazing night together, he had already left for work by the time I woke up. I didn't see him at all for the rest of that week. Then, for the next two weeks, I was in San Diego visiting family with my mom. Tonight will be the first time that I'll see Scott since I've been back.
He's throwing a going away party for Jessica. She's leaving for college in a couple days. I'm going to school, too, but staying local. I'll be staying with my mom and commuting to a nearby university.
Scott and I agreed to never talk about what happened between us and I've respected that. But, even a month after it all happened, I can't stop thinking about him. If anything, that night made me like him even more. He's all I think about. I'm actually nervous to see him tonight.
I'm dying to know if he's thought about me since that night. I know that it was probably a lot more meaningful for me, it being my first time and all. But I wonder if there's a little part of him that still thinks about me. I guess I'll never know.
It's gonna be an emotional evening – I know that already. Not only do I have to look at Scott all night, but it'll probably be the last time I see Jessica for at least a few months. I don't kid myself. I know that once she leaves for college, she won't come back the same person. That's the way it happens. People change. People grow apart. It sucks, but it's a necessary part of life. I really hope her and I stay friends for a long time, though.
Okay, I think I'm ready. I look myself up and down in the mirror one last time. I'm wearing my favorite red dress with matching red heels. Even if he doesn't say much, I want Scott to notice me. Everything looks good. As good as it's gonna get, anyway. I can't believe I'm this nervous. I've never been this self-conscious before. I take a deep breath and start walking next door.
Jessica greets me at the door. I walk in and am blown away by how many people are over. I was expecting a small get together but there are dozens and dozens of guests. Some of them, I recognize. I see some of Jessica's relatives and some of her friends from high school. The only person that I don't see – the only one I wanna see, besides Jess – is Scott.
I make the rounds, saying hi to all the people that I know. Many of Jessica's friends are my friends, too, so I have plenty of people to talk to. I also say hi to Jessica's grandma and grandpa, who I've met many times over the years. Jess and I even stayed at their ranch a few times. They're both very nice.
“You look stunning,” Jessica's grandmother tells me. “Doesn't she look nice, Henry?”
“Yes, yes, very nice,” my friend's grandpa says.
“Thank you! You guys must be incredibly proud to see your granddaughter going off to college,” I say.
As I'm talking to Jessica's grandparents, all I can think about is Scott. All I can ever think about is Scott and being back in his house for the first time in a month, it's even worse. Looking at Jessica's grandfather, I can see a slight resemblance to Scott. Henry's very good looking for his age. I'm sure Scott will be just as handsome, if not more so, when he's as old as his dad.
“Amy, sweetie,” Jessica's grandma asks, “do you know if there's any more seltzer water? Henry said there are no more in the fridge.”
“Henry said what?” he asks, looking at his wife.
Raising her voice, the grandmother replies, speaking very slowly, “You said that there are no more seltzer waters in the fridge.”
“Oh, yeah. Right,” Henry answers.
“There might be some more in the basement,” I reply. “Let me go check for you.”
“You're such a sweet girl,” Jessica's grandma says. “Isn't she sweet, Henry?”
“What?” he asks, looking at his wife.
“I'll go check,” I say and laugh. “Be right back.”
What a cute old couple. I hope I'm still happily married when I'm their age. And I hope my husband still looks as good as Henry does. Seeing him gives me an idea of what Scott is gonna look like when he's older. I bet he's gonna be just as handsome and wonderful as he is today.
I work my way through the crowd to the kitchen where the basement door is. The whole time, I'm looking around, trying to locate Scott. I don't see him anywhere. I know he's here somewhere. He has to be – Scott's the one who threw the party. Maybe he's upstairs or outside talking to someone. Or maybe he's with a woman. It’s been an entire month since I’ve seen Scott. Anything could’ve happened in that time. Maybe Scott went out and found himself a woman close to his own age. Or maybe now that he’s gotten a taste for young, inexperienced pussy, I’ve turned him into a serial devirginator. As much as I want Scott to be happy, I'll admit, the thought of him with anyone else kills me. Even thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.
With Scott nowhere in sight, I open the basement door and start walking down the steps. It's dark down there and the light at the top of the stairs isn't working. Jessica always complains, saying that half the lights in the house don't work. I know she's exaggerating but there are at least two or three lights in their house that don't turn on. Good thing I know this house like the back of my hand. There's a light in the basement and I'll turn it on when I get down there.
After taking a couple steps, I shut the door behind me. A few steps more and I can see that the light is already on down here. I hear someone rummaging through the freezer. Scott has a second fridge and a deep freezer in the basement. They usually don't have much in them, but I'm sure they're packed with food and refreshments for the party. Hopefully there's some seltzer water in the fridge for Jessica's grandparents.
I get to the bottom of the stairs and turn toward the fridge and freezer. Bent over in front of the freezer, I see a butt that I identify instantly. That sexy ass belongs to Scott – there's no doubt in my mind. Forged from decades of combat and firefighting, his butt is unmistakable. Well, to me it is, anyway.
My heart beat goes from slow and soft to feeling like I'm running from a mountain lion. I freeze right where I'm standing. What should I say? What should I do? I wanna tell Scott that I can't think about anything except him. I wanna tell him that the night we spent together was the best night of my life. I wanna tell him that he's the only guy I've ever wanted and that I want him right-freaking-now.
But I don't do any of that. I take a deep breath and start walking toward the fridge. Scott, still bending over with his hands in the deep freezer, looks behind himself to see who's there.
“Amy!” he says and stands up straight, turning around to face me.
“Hi, Mr. Hann...”
He clears his throat, giving me a look.
“Scott, I mean. I'm sorry. I'm just so used to calling you Mr. Hanneman. How are you? How have you been? I haven't seen you since... It's been a while since we've seen each other.”
His eyes – his gorgeous eyes – leave mine and I follow them down my body and back up. I wonder if he likes my dress? I wonder if he likes me. Has Scott thought about me at all since our night together? I want to ask him a million questions but I know that I can't. We agreed to never talk about that night ever again and I can't betray his trust. Not now. Not ever.