Double Trouble (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

(Krissy's POV)

"So what do you want to do now?" Jack asked me.

We were still at the airport. He suggested we find something to eat seeing as it was nearing lunch time. There wasn't much to chose from here, considering Ibiza isn't very big. We settled on a McDonald's.

After we finished eating we left the airport and went back to the condo. I flopped down on the coach and tried to hold back some unwanted tears. My own grandfather had died when I was ten or eleven.

Jack lay down beside me and pulled me towards him. I put my head on his shoulder and let the tears out. He stroked my hair and whisper soothing words in my ear.

"Shh, shh. Come on Krissy. What's wrong?" He asked.

I pulled away and wiped the tears off my face. My makeup was probably all over the place. Great. I started to get up so I could fix my appearance, but Jack pulled my back down onto his lap. He put his arm around my waist, trapping me.

I sighed and gave into him. "My own grandfather died when I was ten or eleven. This reminded me of him and I just. . . I don't- I mean. . ." I choked.

"Shh. It'll be okay. I'm here," Jack soothed. He pulled me closer still so my head was resting on his chest.

After a few minutes of crying I pulled away. His shirt was soaked through with my tears. I felt kinda bad. "Sorry about your shirt. I didn't mean-" Jack silenced my apology with a kiss. I locked my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. He placed his hands on my hips; playing with the hem of my shirt. I let out a soft moan as his tongue entered my mouth.

We probably would've stayed that was for awhile if it wasn't for the phone. I jerked away and gave Jack an apologetic smile.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Krissy? Hey! We just landed in London. Are you guys okay?" Izzy asked.

I thought about the kiss and all the tears that came before it. I cast an awkward glance at Jack and he raised an eyebrow.

"Hello? Krissy?" Izzy's voice jerked me back to the present.

"What? Oh, yeah, we're fine. You?"

"Well, our flight back to America got delayed a couple of hours due to a tropical storm, so we're kind of stuck here for awhile."

"Aw, yeah that-" I never got to finish my though because she dropped the call. "Weird," I muttered.

"What is it?" Jack asked, his lips wonderfully close to my ear. I leaned back and melted into him. I tilted my head up so I could see him better. "She dropped the call," I said simply, "But there was a storm, so she probably lost reception. I hope they're okay. . ."

"Me too, but look," Jack grabbed my shoulders and led me over to the window, "We should worry about ourselves too." He pointed up at the dark clouds billowing around us. Looks like we're getting hit as well.