20 Hours - Jack Gilinsky

hour 9; innocent flirting

"On a scale from 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need." I say to Jack who had been glued to his phone for the past 5 minutes. He looked up with a smirk on his lips and his eyebrows drawn in.

"Are you flirting with me, Austin Fara?" He asked, the tone of his voice light and teasing.

"Innocently of course." I say back in the same tone and he laughs, his white teeth shimmering in the dim lighting of the plane. Snores of the fellow first class passengers are heard from around us, along with the soft murmur of movies and conversations that I had just noticed were happening around us as well. From the second I sat next to Jack it was like the rest of the world didn't exist, he was like a whole planet that had its own gravitational pull. I had found myself (more than a handful of times) imagining what it would be like for me and Jack to have more time together. Would we even go anywhere? Would we start a relationship? Would we even voluntarily stay in touch with each other?

Thankfully, Jack pulled me out of my thoughts, "Do you know what my shirts made out of? Boyfriend material." His lips display a smirk which is directed at me, but his eyes stay glued to his phone and I giggle silently.

My brain churns, thinking of another response, "I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together." I say and wink at him, as he was now staring intently at my face. He laughs and nudges my shoulder, my body soaks up the millisecond of contact and revels in it.

"These are the grossest pick up lines I've ever heard, why don't we just stop this and get to the real flirting." He says and wiggles his eyebrows.

I gulp, oh god this guy is trying to kill me. "Okay, flirt with me then." I say as confidently as possible but it comes out shaky and unsure.

"I believe I already am," He winks again and laughs as my cheeks heat and turn the color of tomatoes. He laughs again at how red my cheeks are- apparently it's SO hilarious that I'm embarrassed. I love this, I love when we tease each other and when he's being himself- not the sad self that I saw when he was talking about Madison- laughing and using stupid pick up lines. He gets dangerously close to my ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind my ear, and he whispers "Is your daddy a baker? Because you've got some nice buns."

I stifle a laughter and turn my head to him, in the most sexual voice I can muster I whisper back, "I don't know, are you?"

His eyes widen and he blushes, "innocent flirting?" he smirks and we share a giddy look and start laughing. "Why do we always end up laughing at nothing?" he asks through our hysteria.

"Because when it's with you, even nothing seems like everything." I say quietly- mostly to myself- while looking at my nails and picking my chipped nail polish.

"You know you're the cutest when you act shy." He cooed and pinched my cheeks. I slapped his hands away and stuck my tongue out at him as he pulled his hands away and pouted.

8 hours with Jack. 8 freaking hours and this guy can change everything I've ever known as true about guys. Even from the second I saw him I knew he was different from any guy I had ever met. He makes me feel safe and he makes me feel beautiful even when he isn't looking at me with those big brown eyes that I love more than anything.

His hand finds its way to my thigh and my breath hinges in my throat. Maybe I spoke too soon, I thought as flashbacks from freshman year pop into my head.

"Aus, are you okay? You look like you're going to pass out." He removed his hand from my thigh and replaced it into my hand. I gripped on for dear life as I pulled myself away from the hideous flashbacks that have haunted me for four years

"Yup I'm dandy." I say as happily as I can. He looks at me crooked- eyes squinted and brow furrowed- as he inspected me up and down.

"Okay," he said cautiously, but his normal expression returned to his face after a few seconds.

"Did you just sit in a pile of sugar? Because you've got a sweet ass." I say to Jack. He looks at me and sucks his lips in, desperately trying to hold back a laugh. Eventually he can't suppress the heavenly sound anymore, and he explodes into a the harmonious sound I've grown to love.

"Austin you are anything but innocent." He said through a chuckle. I blushed furiously, my hands covering my face to hide myself from further embarrassment. "Auustiiin." Jack whines as he attempts to pull my hands away from my face.

I shake my head and we both start laughing, and I peak my eyes out from between my fingers. "You're so beautiful, meeting you is the best thing that's ever happened to me." He kissed both of my hands, that were weakly trembling in his.

"Is this your form of innocent flirting, Mr. Gilinsky?" I asked while looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"You could say that, Ms. Fara." He winked and I rolled my eyes, pulling my hands out of his.