Bennett couldn’t look away from Jennie. Thankfully, she likewise seemed frozen in place, staring at him the way he gawked at her.
He simply didn’t remember all those curves, and she hadn’t really been into dresses in high school. But she wore a navy blue number with pink polka dots all over it. The fabric hugged her body to her waist, where it flared out and down to her knees. She wore a splashy pair of pink heels with it, and Bennett couldn’t breathe, blink, or swallow.
She stepped toward him, breaking whatever spell she’d put him under, a smile curving her mouth.
And wow, Bennett wanted to kiss her so badly. He licked his lips as if he might get the chance later, and walked down the sidewalk to come up her driveway and greet her.
“Hey, there,” he said, his voice miraculously smooth.
