Again, he was nervous. The woman had him acting like he was in school still. He dreamed of her at night and obsessed about her during the day. He truly couldn’t wait for the new class to start next week because it would keep his mind off his very sexy neighbor. The door opened and he felt all the air leave his lungs. There was a bit of sun still filtering in her windows behind her. It added a pretty glow all around Hannah, accentuating the golden hues in her hair. His gaze dipped down. She was dressed in a flimsy little sundress, red to be exact. It didn’t show a lot, but it clung to her as she moved. “Hey, there,” she said, her voice bright. He looked up and then, the breath clogged his lungs. She was smiling at him and he couldn’t think. Every bit of his ability to speak had escaped him. “Jack?” He shook his head, trying to clear it of the images of him stripping that dress from her body. It did no good. "Is it the dress? I can go change if it's too fancy for what we're doing tonight." "No," he said, practically shouting it.
