Drunk {Jack Gilinsky}

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"Jacky!"

"Is that Amal Almazan? Nah, it can't be. Damn, I knew you were sexy before, but what happened? You model for VS now?"

Amal ran to Jack and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"I missed ya, G."

Amal inhaled Jack's scent before he slowly set her down, motioning for her to walk in before him.
She scoffed,
"Such a gentleman."

Amal smiled and slowly walked inside of Jack's house. Jack admired her body from behind, biting his lip and shaking his head.

~ Amal ~

"You've got a nice place here." I looked around his large house.

"Thanks. Me and Johnson share it." He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen.
"Yes, food."

Jack chuckled and opened the refrigerator.
"So, where is everyone?"

I sat on top of the counter.
"I kicked them out so I could spend some proper time with my best friend. I thought that maybe she'd want to spend some time with me, her best friend, that she hasn't seen in years, alone."

I smiled, bringing my head down.
"Aw, Jack. So what are our plans?"
He lifted his head out of the fridge with ingredients to make a sandwich.

His cuteness level just dropped.
"Really nigga?"
"What?" Jack looked so innocent.

"I came all of this way, spending my precious time and money, for you to be making me a sandwich? Get out of here with that bullshit."

Jack smirked, setting the food down, and walking towards me.
"I missed that attitude."

The he proceeded to wrap his arms around me.
"And I missed that accent."

I laughed and inhaled his scent again. Cologne overpowered my nose and I scooched away, not wanting to be turned on any more.

"Order something. I'm hungry."
"Thai?" He asked, taking out his phone.
"No, Italian," I got off of the counter and started walking towards the living room.

"I'm getting Thai either way, so it really doesn't matter."