olive didn't have a real reason for not liking jack when she met him. maybe he'd rubbed her wrong, or maybe she knew that if she let herself like him, she'd be the one hurting.
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🤍 liked by markystopah and 32 others besthughes43 they were arguing for like ten minutes and then it got quiet.. looked back and saw this
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Olive woke up to her body being moved, gentle hands around her as she was held in the arms of another. She stirred slightly, eyes forcing open to see who had been carrying her. It was Jack, he seemed to be doing it effortlessly too.
"You can go back to sleep." He told her, his voice soft as she dug her head into his shoulder.
"What about your parents?" She mumbled, though she was too tired to actually move.
"They're asleep already." He assured her, someone had opened the door for him and they were walking into the house. Jack walked through the hallway, her eyes falling heavy again. "Do you want something else to wear?" Jack asked, adjusting her to open the door to his room.
"'M fine." She mumbled, her body was being lowered, back touching the soft comforter on what she assumed to be his bed. "Where're you sleeping?" Olive asked as he let her go, she kicked her shoes onto his floor, making herself at home in his blankets. They smelt like him, his expensive cologne, the lake water, it was nice.
"Probably in Lukes room." He told her, taking out a pair of athletic shorts to sleep in.
"Stay in here." She mumbled, Jack seemed to freeze, his back facing her but she noticed the tension at his shoulders. "If you want to. I mean, it's your room and—"
"Are you fine with that? I could sleep on the floor—"
"On the bed is fine." She assured and Jack bit into his bottom lip. "Just get changed and come to bed." Olive mumbled tiredly, rolling to her side and pulling the blankets over her head.
She listened to the rustling of him changing quick, moving over as the bed dipped beside her. He kept his distance, but faced her. She could feel the heat of his body already and the sweatshirt suddenly felt too hot. Olive sat up, taking it off and tossed it on the floor beside her shoes.
