Stephanies Back Door
I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal as I brushed my long blonde hair back over my ear. “My back door is too tight,” I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fence of my small back yard. “It looks just fine from where I’m standing, but I’d have a take a much closer look to know for sure,” he replied with a smile. “Hi, by the way. I’ve seen you around, but we haven’t met. I’m Jack.” he said, extending a...