February 18, 2014

"Hey, can you come downstairs one second?" said Jack, as soon as I picked up the call.

"Sure thing," I replied, and proceeded to hunt for a pair of pajamas with lesser holes.

My parents had gone out, so I had to inform my grandparents that I was going out. "I'll just go the nearest stationery shop and be back soon. I need an ink refill immediately," I said, and they nodded and asked me to be safe since it was already dark out.

I all but ran downstairs, and I found him waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase, with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Hey," I breathed.

"My parents aren't home..." he trailed off.

"Oh," was all I could say. What did he have in mind? Did he know I had a crush on him? Were we gonna talk? Was I finally going to get that hug from him? Was he going to move across the town?

All these questions spun wildly in my head.

All I could do, however, was blindly follow him into his living room.

Then he turned around and faced me, forcing me to stop.

"How was school today?" he asked, oddly chirpy.

"Normal, I guess. I think I might've flunked my math test though," I replied.

"Cool. These tests don't matter much, you know. Just prepare well for your finals. I know you can do it. I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," I said, grinning.

"Do you want to hug?" he asked, out of the blue.

"Hmm? Sure." I said. My mind had turned to mush though. I was going to hug Jack freaking Adams. What is this life?! I was contemplating and over-thinking what this could mean to our friendship, while he sauntered forward sexily towards me in a way that only Jack could- all cocky and confident.

"So how does this thing work? I've never been physically close to a girl before," he whispered, his breath fanning my neck. I laughed.

"You put your arms around me like this," I said, humouring him, and put my arms around his waist, waiting for him to do the same. When he did, it felt so blissful I could have stayed in that moment forever. He smelled wonderful, like a mix of citrus and freesia and something that was so unmistakably male.

I breathed in his scent, and he sniffed my hair.

Then I let my hands run across his sculpted back, feeling all those tense muscles underneath my palms. I loved how tentatively he made every move.

He then ran his palms along my arms, from shoulder to wrist, and then ran a palm along the left nape of my neck. At that moment, I knew I wouldn't object if he wanted to do unspeakable things to me. The things his mere touch was doing to my body...

"My sweetheart," he whispered, and kissed the top of my head. I almost melted into a mushy puddle, then and there.

He then released me and said, "You better come online tonight. I've missed you all week."

I kissed his cheek tentatively, but he seemed to be okay with it.

"Bye," I whispered to him, and ran upstairs as fast as my legs could carry me.

When I reached my room, I closed the door and stood with my back to it, heat rising up on my cheeks.

Wow. Jack Adams. Wow.

 Who would even have thought?