The pavement crunched beneath Jeffrey’s boots as he stepped out of his pick up onto your driveway. The sun was bright, making it quite difficult to see you already waiting on your porch for him.

As he made his way over to you, a casual and almost instinctive grin formed over his warm features.

“My my, it sure has been a minute.” He drawled, meeting your gaze with his hazel hues. He leaned against the porch stud, pocketing his hands in his jeans.