As we slip through the crowds and watch races, he rarely lets go. He keeps me close to his body, holds me in his arms, explains things in my ear, and occasionally, he steals a kisson my neck or on top of my head. I can’t be sure, but I think he’s holding back, because his lips linger longer each time.
He’s sweet in other ways, too. He asks what I think of the cars, tells me he likes my smile and laugh, and insists on buying me drinks and snacks. He won’t let me pay, as if it’s a date.
Ingrid passes me teasing smiles whenever I am blushing.
Sometimes, she even says, “tsk, tsk,” because she knows I’m high on Jack.
Every moment carries a sense of euphoria. For once, I feel human. Not chosen for something greater than myself. I’m wanted for just being me.
But then, it’s over.
“See ya, church girl,” he says and steps back, slipping his hands into his pockets.
No goodbye. No kiss. No hug. Just flipped to his old self, as if nothing happened.
He simply walks away. A fairytale night without its ending.
Chapter 17
Jack
My rule was just texting, but fucking Morgan wouldn’t be that terrible.
A one and done.
Noel and her dad would never find out.
We would have a great time we’d always remember. Nobody hurt.
And damn, do I want church girl’s pussy.
If I prayed, it would be now. Before bed, begging God to let this happen. Except he isn’t real and Morgan is unpredictable. All I have is hope, and that rarely gets me what I want. Hence, I try to calm the thrill that rushes through me when my new phone rattles on the nightstand.
dumb girl: Hey, had a great time last night
I smirk. Good. No sign of regret after I finger-fucked her in public.
And kissed her. Too many times. I shouldn’t do that. For her sake.
Me:me 2
Fuck, what else should I say... Things changed. I don’t want to slide into the friends-zone again and never see so much as a nude pic.
I got it.
Me:I miss ur taste
That’s perfect. Yes. Send.
dumb girl:(blushing emojis)
dumb girl:I miss kissing u
She’s sweet. I’d rather her say she liked the feel of my cock and wants it inside her, but if I’m being real, I miss kissing her too.
Don’t think like that, Jack.
Me:have a good day.
