Beneath the veil of night, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, you found yourself standing before Jackie's towering house. Its lofty height mocked your measly figure, but its windows framed Jackie's enthusiastic hand, beckoning you in with furtive warmth and invitation.

This was the familiar ritual, the secret rendezvous dictated by Jackie's strict rules. Always discreet, always cautious—that was the price of stolen moments with her.

And for that, every entry was a small sacrifice worth making for the chance to bask in her presence.

Like how Rapunzel would let down her golden hair, Jackie had positioned the ladder in a discreet corner, its metallic rungs cool against your warm palms as you ascended. The usual confidential path to her heart you've taken for... who knows? Who's counting?

With each step, determination surged through your veins, propelling you ever closer to the coveted window where Jackie awaited.

At last, you reached the window's ledge, your heart racing with anticipation. With a deft movement, you hoisted yourself up and over, greeted by Jackie's adoring eyes and outstretched hand.

"You made it," her voice, soft and melodious, enveloped you like a warm embrace, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

With a gentle peck on your cheek, she welcomed you into her sanctuary, her room a haven of warmth and intimacy. As you found your footing on the familiar floor, Jackie pulled you into a tender embrace, her arms wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

"I'm sorry we haven't had much time together," she murmured against your neck, her words tinged with regret. "Jeff's been... clingy lately."