She wants to do it again

Jenna refused to consider anything in that moment other than try and get what she wanted: she stretched up on her toes and kissed him again. This time he kissed her back, effortlessly lifting her up onto the washing machine so she could reach his lips more easily. She groaned softly into his mouth, too lost in the sensation of his lips on hers to even be shocked at her own boldness in that moment.

She didn't realize her eyes had closed until she felt the gentle tug of his teeth on her bottom lip and she had to open them to look into his eyes, dreamy pools full of kindness and affection. Jenna kissed him again as he pulled back ever so slightly, leaving a couple inches between her mouth and his. "Jenna, may I take off your hoodie?" She heard him say, and despite the deep flush that she felt burning her skin, she nodded.

He unfastened it in what felt like a flash, and she felt the cool air against her as he finally got a good look at her topless body. "You're beautiful," he told her, his hand hot against her skin as it started to slide up her side. She felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, loving the touch of someone that appreciated her and desired her and showed her nothing but kindness and respect for the first time in a very, very long time.

Jenna had no idea how long they stayed like that, her topless on top of his washing machine - her shirt tumbling wetly inside it - as he stood between her legs, kissing her lovingly, his hands roaming, touching, gently squeezing, pressing against her, feeling every inch of her uncovered skin. She only knew it felt like too soon when he pulled away from her again, both of them breathing heavily.

She could barely think as she stared into his eyes again, and his hand on her cheek did nothing to help focus her. But she managed to keep just enough presence of mind to listen to him as he told her, "how are you feeling? Do you want to stop, or keep going? It's okay either way, Jenna. You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with or ready for."

She kissed him again as she tried to think about what she wanted, realizing that her desires and consent were more important to him than simply getting what he wanted out of her.