Luv Letters

25| collapse

I wake up to a consistent cold breeze coating my face and a hard surface underneath me.

Opening my eyes slowly, I start to see small ink designs on a familiar chest. My hand rests on his waist band as my legs drape over his continued inked legs.

Not a rock, just Jack.

My head feels like it's spinning a hundred miles a minute and I can only keep my eyes open for a small period of time before needing to close them again.

I shift closer to Jack in hopes he can shield me from the high speed fan sending shivers down my body.

Speaking of my body, I feel off, not myself. Not entirely sure why I feel this way or how I ended up in Jack's Oceanside Penthouse, but the second part I could get used to.

I restlessly turn for the next half hour, trying my absolute hardest to recall last night. Doing my best to remember smells, voices, conversations, settings. But I get nothing, and that worries me.

The crisp morning air that flows through Jack's open balcony door is masked by his loud ceiling fan. I don't mind it as much as I did earlier though, Jack is so the type of boy who sleeps in sixty degree air conditioning.

I take my head off of his chest and examine his room. Not entirely sure what I expected to see, but looking at it now, If I had to take a guess this is precisely what I'd presume.

Blank walls, color coordinated closet consisting of black and grey, and- yeah that's about it. The fan swirls Jack's sweet scent around in the air tempting me to inhale every few seconds.

I turn my gaze back to him and watch as his body falls up and down with the equivalent rhythm of his heartbeat.

His hair smells of rain and lies messily along his forehead and ears. Red smears just below his jawline, instantly causing me too worry even more about what happened last night.

"Jacks." I whisper rubbing my thumb against his evidently bloody jaw. Moving on his side to face me, he immediately greets me with a sleepy smile making my stomach flutter.

"Hi, pretty girl." He whispers pulling me into his bare chest. I sink myself into his embrace and continue inhale the strong smell of rain and faint Dior cologne.

My school finals aren't until later today, but even with that information, I still would rather lie in bed all day. Between my pounding headache and my clear lack of memory of last night, going to school is the last thing I want to do.

I distract my mind from school as I start retracing the lined ink along Jack's chest. Snakes, beautiful words, and flowers dance across his body.

I drag my index finger across a piece on his lower rib cage that stands out to me the most. 

H-a-v-e-n. Haven.

"What does it mean?" I whisper retracing it a few more times.

Jack interlocks his hands behind his head as he watches me. His thick dark eyelashes tapping his skin every few seconds as the freckles across his face slowly become evident, due to the morning sun peaking through the curtains.

Though, I asked him a question, he stays silent. Something that with, Jack, I've learned not to take offense to. He simple just doesn't want to talk about it and that's okay.

I've noticed the large scars and bruises that plaster themselves onto his beautiful body. Small cuts along his shoulder blades and multi colored bruise marks that live on his lower back.

The second I first saw them, it felt like a stab to my heart, but one can only imagine how it feels for him. So with that said, I decided it would be best if he were to only bring it up, and I, never.