She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... trying to get everything taken care of before the snow got too deep even for a shovel. I kept glancing up at her window, hoping she’d be there. Even if it was just for a second. She had to be curious why her dad was taking so long. And when she saw me helping him… I mean, I was helping her dad because he asked me. I wasn’t doing it to suck up to her or anything. Just being a good guy to be a good guy. If she saw that, then maybe… “Am I gonna have to install a balcony, Romeo?” Mr. Hannigan asked with amusement. He had caught me staring at her window again. “Huh?” I said as I sprinkled some Ice Melt on the newly-revealed asphalt. “Jack, don’t worry. She’s going to be fine.” “I know, but…I still wanna talk to her.” He knocked the shovel against his boot. “Want me to ask her if she’s willing to let her boyfriend visit? Just for a minute?” I chewed my lip. I knew the answer I wanted to give, and it was putting up a good fight in my brain, but the last thing I needed was to give her more reason to be pissed off at me…or, just as bad, make her parents aware of what had happened. “No,” I said slowly, “I know she needs her rest. But…could you tell her I’m thinking about her and that I love her?” He grinned and nodded. “Of course!” “Thanks, Mr. Hannigan.” “No problem, Jack. Now, come on! Let’s get this finished before we turn into popsicles.” We moved like machines. Shovel, sprinkle, shift. Shovel, sprinkle, shift. I would have offered to take the shovel for a bit, mainly to give ...

... myself something more physically demanding to keep my eyes away from Kayla’s window, but Mr. Hannigan’s arms never faltered for a second. I guess being a behemoth had its advantages. Eventually, finally, I dropped the last bit of Ice Melt at the edge of the driveway, right where it connected with the road. Mr. Hannigan stretched and groaned. “Thanks a lot, Jack,” he said, stretching his neck, “Wanna come in for cocoa?” I handed back the bucket and said, “Thanks but I gotta get home. They’re probably wondering where the hell I am if my car’s in the driveway.” He laughed, then sniffed. “All righty. I’ll let Kayla know you said hi and that you’re still over-the-moon-and-to-the-stars about her.” “Thanks,” I said, blushing, “See you later.” “See ya, Jack!” I tromped back through the snow which was past my ankles at this point, glancing up again at Kayla’s window. Please…just for a second. I needed to see her. I didn’t care if she burned holes in my face. I just needed some sort of acknowledgment. Something to hold onto aside from the look of shock and pain that stamped itself over all my other memories of her face. Nothing. The window was bare. Great. Just fucking great. I swung open the door, kicked my shoes off, and stalked up the stairs. “Hey, Jack!” mom called from the kitchen. “Hey,” I grunted back, not stopping. “How was…Jack?” I didn’t stop. I was too pissed off. It had been hours. Hours. How the hell could there still be an issue? Yeah, I get it, she’s angry and upset. Believe ...