Jack Hughes | Golden Boy

Chapter Three | Skating On Thin Ice

The softness of his gaze was effortless as he handed me my scarf, viewing upon my figure.

The pink of his cheeks was utterly captivating and I could practically see the stars in his eyes.

His voice was a mere murmur, rasped and slightly tepid, but it was comforting nonetheless.

"Jack?!" exclaimed Isabel in an awestruck daze.

I felt parched, my throat encapsulating itself, as his gaze flickered to her.

"That'd make you Isabel," he stated, a vast smile upon his chapped lips.

"It would," she beamed in response before throwing her slender arms around his frame.

Jack's features mimicked both fright and fascination at the gesture, but that was Isabel for you.

She was always looking to show care and affection.

It's one of the many things I've always loved about her.

"Quinn mentioned you'd be stopping by," he recognized with glee as he turned to me again.

"Who's your friend?" he asked with an additional quirk of his brow.

"Jack, meet Farah Hanlee, my maid of honour," Isabel said with a suggestive smirk.

I often question her angle when introducing me to people.

Her sinister grin and bright eyes always seem to place me in a grim state.

"Ah, the best man and maid of honour. How charming," Jack joked with a playful bow.

I respond hastily with a curtsy of assurance.

"How charming, indeed," I acknowledge coyly.

I laugh.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I smile, raising my hand before me in greeting.

Jack raises his own, cupping mine with hesitance.

The firmness of his hand as well as his rugged appearance itself, leaves me in a state of enchantment.

Playing the charade further, his eyes twinkle.

With a modest chuckle Jack raises my hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss upon it.

I find myself shivering with delight at this development.

He played the part of prince charming well, but I knew better.

Anyone with this much public attention was someone to be cautious with.

Either way, I couldn't keep my heart from skipping a beat as his hungry eyes met mine once more.

I knew then that I was skating on thin ice.