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Jack, again, *drools* >>>>>>>>>>
I stood there, dripping and furious, ringing out my top while glaring daggers at Jack. He met my stare with one betraying nothing but his mirth.
“Why don’t you take it off Soph?” his smile just fuelled my anger.
“Why don’t you just piss off?” I mumbled heatedly.
“I’d rather piss you off.”
“Well congratulations, dumping me in a lake successfully had that effect.”
He was silent after that and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him, wondering just why the sarcastic comments had stopped. And then sourly wished that I hadn’t.
Jack had stripped down to his soaked boxers in a matter of seconds and was strolling off toward the supermarket as if this was a daily occurrence. The rain was still lashing us both, running down his torso. Blushing, I ran to keep up, battling with myself to keep my eyes focused on our destination. And not on his body.
“What are you doing?” I asked, dumfounded.
He shot me his signature smirk which made his eyes sparkle in that mischievous way only his could. It was even harder right then to keep my head, because everywhere I looked Jack seemed to be on the charm offensive. Or rather he was just too damn attractive for his own good.
“We’re going shopping Soph, remember?”
“As long as you purchase an outfit to cover up your half naked form,” I said, finding refuge only in the shop’s window, “then that’s fine with me.”
The lake wasn’t far from the supermarket, as Jack had already proven when he’d carried me the whole way there. On his shoulder no less. I still had the slightly nauseas feeling in my stomach from being off the ground for too long. Or maybe it was from being chucked into a pretty cold lake. Either way, at least the distance we covered together wasn’t too long.
On the way he stooped down to retrieve my sorry looking bag which had lain forgotten amid the torrential downpour.
“I don’t think I’m the only one who’s going to need to get new clothes,” he smirked, dangling the bag out in a taunt.
“I hate you,” I replied dully. There was no point in even taking the thing from him; it was quite obvious that everything in there – including some of my favourite clothes – were ruined. My resolve to kill Jack Adams at some point in the very near future only increased.
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Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?
Romance"I wouldn’t like you even if you were the last person on earth.” Sophia hates Jack Adams for all his womanizing, 'Mr Popular', jerk-off attitude. But what happens when they really are the only two people left?
