Is This Love? (On hold)

Jackson

Was it a dream? Was I hallucinating? No. It was really him. His tousled chocolate brown hair flowing in the breeze. His gorgeous hazel eyes shining with a brilliancy that melts my heart every time I look into them. His perfect lips, his athletically toned arms peeking through his shirt, his flawless, chiseled face.

"Jackson?" I ask just to make sure.

"Yeah? Shanaya, are you alright?" His voice was like a song that I didn't want to stop listening to.

I didn't say anything. My joy was overwhelming to the point where all I could do was jump on him in order to express my feelings.

"I am now. What are you doing here? If my father finds out, he'll kill both of us. Well, he would kill you and leave me to die, but sti-" I was cut off.

"Nothing will happen, I just came by to talk to you because Simron told me you were coming over. What did your dad say? I can tell that you are bothered by something."

"I'm fine, let's talk inside."

Before I can maneuver past Jackson, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me against his chest. He brings his lips down on mine and my insides melt. I intertwine my fingers in his soft hair, my heart beating out of my chest. Soon my legs are around him and we're both panting. I kiss him right under the nape of his neck. He slips his hands under my shirt, and I go back to his lips, but he pulls back. I look around and notice that we are still on the driveway of someone's house. Where am I?

"Shanaya?" Jackson asks, out of breath. "Shall we go in?"

"Um... yeah."

He pulls me around him so that he is now giving me a piggyback ride and skips to the front door. I reach around him and ring the doorbell. A curious looking girl with platinum hair and bright blue eyes stands there staring at me.

"Hi!"

"Hey, you guys done with your make-out session? 'Cause if you are, then you should probably come inside."

I giggle as Jackson carries me through the door.