Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Fourty - Roosevelt

Jackson's POV

"For fuck's sake," I mutter, feeling increasingly frustrated.
"I told you that it's hard to get in and out of this thing," Jet says. I can practically hear the sarcastic look she has on her face. "You dug your own grave and laid in it."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," I grumble.

I finally manage to get another one of the stupid fucking buttons that brings together the mesh back of her dress secured. She touches up her makeup in the small mirror in her hand, her eyes looking back at me in the reflection occasionally. She smiles each time our eyes meet, just like the day I met her. My heart does that stupid fucking jig thing, just like the day I met her. Every stolen glance in my direction makes me feel like I'm high, just like the day I met her.

I get another button secured and move on to the next, finally having a sort of system in place. My fingers move much faster now that I have figured out the trick.

I admire the tattoo on Jet's back, the two humans reaching for each other. My gaze focuses on Medusa next and notices that there are some yellow flowers now interweaved with the vines and snakes. Wait, what? I look to her other arm and see that the colored portion of flowers now takes up almost all of the tattoo, the previous darkness covered. What the hell... I look back to her back tattoo, focusing closely on the man and woman. They're hand in hand now, the man now appears to be Eros, and the woman is an angel. My angel. Mon ange.

"Jet... when did you..." I start tracing the outline of the couple with my fingertips. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...
"What's that, Eros?" she wonders, snapping the mirror closed in her hand. She glances at me over her left shoulder, her eyebrows raised. "Jackson," she practically whispers, "what is it, honey?" I secure the last button and turn her in my hands so that she faces me. "Jackson, what's wrong?" Her hands land on either side of my face, the familiar comfort of their warmth spreading over my cheeks.
"Absolutely nothing," I break, my voice hardly audible.

She furrows her eyebrows, her eyes searching my face. I pull her into me, eyes fluttering shut as I kiss her with every fucking emotion I have within me. Her hands slide around my neck, one tangled up in my hair at the nape of my neck. She leans into the kiss, tightening the grip she has on me. My heart does that stupid fucking jig thing as butterflies take off from deep within me and my breathing quickens. We break apart, panting, while we press our foreheads together. I stare into the lush green eyes that pulled me in that first night and find myself getting lost in their depth.

"How did I get so fucking lucky?" I breathe, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
"The same way I got so fucking lucky," she smiles, fixing my hair. "Come on, they're probably looking for us. We need to get to the reception."
"Okay," I sigh, wishing we could just blow off that whole thing and spend the rest of the day in our own little bubble.
"How do I look?" she wonders, smiling as she pulls some of her hair that is curled tightly forward and adjusts the sleeves of her dress. She fans the flowy skirt out with her hands, twisting her body so it moves with her.
"Absolutely fucking gorgeous," I muse, feeling the smile that has taken permanent residence on my face today returning as the blush overtakes hers. "But quite honestly, you could be wearing a trash bag after running a marathon and rolling around in a landfill and I would still think you're the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Oh, shut up," she laughs, shoving my shoulder. "Come on." She reaches her hand out to me that I take. We lace our fingers together and I become hyperaware of the feeling of her ring on her finger, something that I haven't really felt before. She said she wanted to wait until we got married to wear a ring, so she never wore one throughout our engagement. "Let's go drink way too much and make a lot of embarrassing memories," she suggests.
"I'll go anywhere if it's with you," I flirt, wiggling my eyebrow at her.
"Shut the fuck up, you cornball!" she gasps, shoving me with her shoulder.