"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...
The sound of the rain pounding against the windows, and Jack's heartbeat, are the only things daring to make noise in the room right now.
Though nothing is louder than the thoughts going through my head as I run my fingers over Jack's damaged chest.
He had to practically drag me inside the main cabin once the rain started getting too intense.
It's true, I don't like the rain, but I do when I'm with him.
I like the way my body feels protected as his hovers over mine. I like the way he wipes each raindrop off the second it hits my face as if it was a crime to stay.
I like a lot of things, but I like them better with Jack.
My body drowns in his t-shirt and Nike crew socks, which he won't stop telling me how much he loves.
"You look so freaking good, Cam." He whispers against my hair.
Yup, there it is again, both the nickname, that I never agreed on by the way, and the compliments. Those I can get used to though.
"Enough!" I giggle, attempting to squirm out of his touch because his breath keeps tickling me. He knows it does though, I'm ninety-seven percent sure he's doing it on purpose.
"Lay your ass back down." Jack laughs, effortlessly pulling me into his chest.
"Clingy boy." I tsk, complying and letting my body fall onto his, because I know he'll catch me.
"Define 'clingy'."
I giggle and signal my eyes towards our body positioning. He's splayed out along the mattress, arms engulfing me so tightly I couldn't escape his hold even if I tried, and his legs entangled with mine.
"Not clingy, I just like you in my space... at all times of the day." He murmurs. I throw my head back in a genuine laughter at his wittiness, his arms tightening around my body in response.
I'm not entirely sure how long we've been laying here. With the sun hidden by rain clouds and neither of our phones in sight, for all we know it could be hours past sunset. I wouldn't mind though, the conversations Jack and I have had today, are my new favorite.
I'm slowly learning him, and it feel so good because I get to slowly learn myself in the process.
One thing I've yet to learn, is his body. And not in a sexual way, but on a important, more deeper. You don't hide them," I whisper, noticing that every line of ink carefully avoids each scar.
I'm not sure if it's the cool temperature of my fingers or my words that make his body shiver under me, but I'm dying to know.
"Can't cover up the battle scars." He jokes timidly.
I move my gaze away from his chest and towards him. "Jack." I tread lightly, "Who did this to you?"
My eyes search him, visually begging for something.
Anything.
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