"Truthfully, my heart was so full of her, I could barely call it my own."
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 is the epitome of a doberman boy. Six-foot-five motorcycle rider and lifeguard, not only does he not have time to socialize with a girl longer than it...
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Right now feels so right. Does that make sense?
The way the afternoon breeze coats my skin perfectly, the sun blinding the sky so gently as clouds fade over, and Jack's thumb grazing over mine as we ride through downtown.
Every now and then he'll look back at me with that cutesy smile of his and ask, "You okay, my sweet girl?" I always nod and giggle at the fact he asked me the same thing two minutes before.
His left hand attempts continuous matches of thumb war, in which I've won every single round, as his right guides us towards the docks.
I wanted to read Kai's note. Badly.
The urge to grab the red note from my backseat and fix every wrinkle and rip, read the printed words, and maybe get some understanding of what happened, is killing me.
Fuckingkilling me.
I'm just not ready, and that's okay. Over years I've learned to highly validate my feelings and learn when my body and mind are in the right mindset to deal with a complication.
So that's exactly what I'll do in this situation.
Jack squeezes my hand twice to get my attention, "Trust me?" He shouts.
I nod and tighten my grip around his waist.
"Words, baby. I need words." Jack insists, his tone softer. Although he didn't talk as loud as he did before, I read his lips like a symphony.
Each one rolling perfectly off of his tongue and channeling through my body, making my stomach flutter immensely.
"Yes." I breathe out. My answer sounding confident and genuine, because it is. It's both adjectives, and so many more.
Countless palm trees and surf shops breeze past us as Jack increases the speed. Tens of songs all playing at once as people shop around and laugh with one another.
He looks at me again.
Eyes beaming with adrenaline.
I smile at how freaking cute he is when excited.
A few seconds pass by, and he turns back again.
Dimples.
My stomach flutters again.
Butterflies.
Right now feels so right.
Does it make sense now?
The acceleration doesn't scare me, I'm just even more thrilled than before, which surprises me.
A few minutes of weaving through lanes and hitting insane speeds, we come to a stop for a red light.
