𝘉𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘥𝘦 #1

12. Ibiza

Not Afraid anymore – Halsey

We had just arrived at the hotel suite where we would be staying. I had joked with Jack about having separate rooms and what the point was, since we'd end up in each other's room anyway, having sex. Although, of course, he wasn't one to sleep with girls. But it was sweet to remember that one Monday when I went to his place, he offered me to stay over because it was late:

"If you want, Sav, it's late," he said as I got dressed. I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't race with that simple phrase, which to anyone else might mean nothing, but to me, it meant a lot. I wanted to stay, and saying that didn't do justice to how I really felt. But I also knew that coming from him, it was more an act of chivalry: remember, Jack never slept with the women he had sex with. "I have a guest room you can use." It was tempting, like everything about him, damn it. But I could see in his eyes how hard it was for him to offer, or at least, that's what I thought I saw. I let out a small laugh while standing up, taking my phone from the couch, and shook my head, walking towards the exit. He accompanied me to the car.

"No need, handsome. Everything's fine, I won't be long getting home." When I opened the door and got in, I felt the weight of his gaze on me. I put on my seatbelt and lowered the window, looking at him again. His beautiful eyes reflected a sense of tranquility because I'd declined his offer, though I knew he was sincere. In fact, he always was. I indulged in looking at him a bit longer, observing those captivating eyes. After a few seconds, I bid him farewell and saw him in the rearview mirror as I drove away.

While driving, I had the impulse to turn back and stay at his place. Did it matter if it was in his bed? Of course not. But I felt a bit guilty for declining his offer, considering he was being chivalrous and attentive. Did I allow myself to fantasize that his invitation was for something more than just kindness? Absolutely. Dreaming costs nothing.

But now we were here, in Ibiza. In separate rooms, but together, though I couldn't explain how we ended up on this trip. I never told him I was interested, waiting for him to invite me, considering he still hadn't acknowledged me. My brain liked replaying specific moments we'd shared since we reconnected.

I still remembered the sensation that first day at the bar door, thinking that feeling was forgotten and buried deep in my memory. After those days of talking, it resurfaced, revealing a truth. I should have realized it then, but I was too stunned —as always— and since then, every song I heard spoke directly to my heart and soul, telling a piece of our story. Jack still felt something for Barbara, but I was also somewhere in his mind.

"Are you tired?" Jack interrupted my thoughts as he closed the suite door, and I turned to him, nodding and laughing simultaneously.

I looked him up and down without disguising it, biting my lip. If I'm honest, I would have pounced on his body and we would have fucked again, but the trip had been exhausting. The airplane orgasm had drained me a bit, and I could see in his eyes that he was feeling it too.

"A bit, and you?" I teased, noticing his fatigue. "You look like you ran out of energy an hour ago." He laughed along with me, closing the distance between us. His body radiated warmth, enveloping me with each step. Every atom of my being vibrated towards him in a way I couldn't put into words.

We locked eyes for dizzying seconds before his gaze dropped to my cleavage. He bent to take my luggage and stood up again, focusing on my eyes.

"Well, I'm worried about the fine. Someone made sure to shout my name loud enough for the whole plane to hear." I rolled my eyes, amused, and stepped closer. My chest brushed against his, and I looked up at him, our height difference mere inches.