DIRTY LAUNDRY

09

I need you morning, night and day,
I miss you every single way •

After Jack brought me a latte, he went to class and I was curing my hangover in bed, with doritos and some Britney Spears music. Yes, I know... again, such a cliché. It's my guilty pleasure, I guess. Me and Jack were heading out for dinner later and I was beyond nervous! It's the first time we're going out since Jack is single and all that happened between us. I wanted to look good no matter what, even if he did see me all scruffy and sweaty after that hot session last night.
I got out of bed and opened my closet. Time to raid. I was thinking about wearing a thin button-down, but then again, it might be a bit much. I decided to go with black skinny jeans no matter what I wear with them.
I rolled back to bed right after going to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I also washed my hair and blowdried it right away. I left the styling for later. My head hit against the soft pillow and I actually fell asleep for an hour. I woke up to the image of Jack listening to music on his tiny headphones, dancing around the room and playing the air guitar. I chuckled and continued watching him. He stopped lip-syncing after noticing me.

"Oh, you're up. Were you sleeping since I left?" He asked, taking his headphones out.

"No, I showered and all that but I fell asleep later on." I yawned quietly.

"I should call you sleeping beauty. Do you feel any better?" He sat down on my bed and pushed the hair off my face, his palm stopping on my cheek for a few seconds.

"I feel good, coffee and doritos, does wonders." I chuckled and took his hand. He had such pretty hands and they were always so soft.

"Alright. I'm gonna change and then we can leave if you're ready?" He asked.

"Sure, I'll just throw some clothes on." I said and decided to stay in bed until he's ready. That way I can see what he's wearing.

"Okie dokie." He smiled at me and slowly walked to his side of the closet, pulling out a black button-down with short sleeves. Bingo.
I got out of bed, jumped into my black skinny jeans and threw on the white button-down I picked earlier. I pulled my sleeves up to my elbows and took the hair paste.

"I'll be back in a sec." I said as I was practically out the door already. I quickly ran to the bathroom and styled my hair until it looked decent enough for the outfit I was wearing, which was more than usual. Jack was waiting for me, sitting at the table. He pulled his glasses down a bit when he saw me enter the room.

"Ready." I said and drooled over the fact that he looks ever hotter with his glasses. He had them on when we left.

"I need a break from the lenses, my eyes are so fucking dry." He said as we were strolling down the campus.

"Do you not like wearing them, because let me just say that they suit you perfectly." I complimented him.

"Once you try the contacts, you start hating glasses, believe me. And thank you babe." He said and smiled at me. My brain stops functioning every time Jack smiles at me, there's just no more doubts how much I've fallen for him. More like crashed down and burned. He called me babe, having no clue how much that really means to me. Our hands were brushing as we were walking and all that was going through my mind was taking his hand, intertwining our fingers.

"So, what's your hungover tummy up for? Mexican, thai, pizza?" He chuckled and ran fingers through his hair.

"Uhm, I guess we could do mexican, I'd love some tacos." I replied, blushing.

"You got it." He playfully said and put his arm over my shoulders. Being slightly taller than me, made me fit perfectly by his side.

We had dinner and I drank a lot of water. Jack insisted on paying even though it was my turn to do so, but I let him. He looked so proud when he pulled his wallet out, it was adorable. He even winked at me and effortlessly made my knees weak yet again. After dinner we returned to the dorm. I had classes in the morning the next day so I called it a night and rolled into bed. Jack was working on something for school on his laptop, sitting on his bed, focused on reading. His tongue was sticking out a bit and then suddenly he glanced at me. The duvet was pulled up to my chin and I looked like a cinnamon bun.

"Break time." He said and took his glasses off, leaving them on the keyboard. He got up and threw himself next to me, squeezing me tight.

"Mmm you smell so nice." He mumbled as he rolled to the side so my face was pressed against his neck.

"You're sweaty... but I still like it." I let out, immediately regretting, it sounded a bit weird but it was true. Jack's skin always had this vanilla scent to it, sweaty or not.

"Aww, that's really sweet but I beg to differ. I'm taking a shower when I finish this report." He said and pressed a kiss on my forehead. And then another one on my nose. I lifted my chin up so our lips could meet. His were soft and a little wet, melting into a kiss with mine. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue was sliding over my lips. It seemed to me like the world stopped turning, it was like a first kiss all over again. My arms wrapped around him and I pulled him closer. He was warm and squishy and I wanted him to stop doing everything and just come cuddle and sleep with me.

"Mmm, maybe we should throw the other bed out, we're only using this one anyways." He smiled and chuckled while we were still kissing and it was the cutest thing ever.

"Where would we store our extra stuff, be reasonable." I joked back and pulled him on top of me.

"I need to finish my report... oh, Alex." He moaned when I kissed his neck and started sucking gently, leaving a light purple mark. He might not be mine, but he will be I thought to myself, full of hope.

"No, seriously." He said, lifting himself up after rolling off me. "Give me 10 minutes plus a quick shower, then I'm all yours." He said.

I nodded and bit my lower lip. He made this awkward face and put his glasses back on.

"You're killing me babe." He then said.

I stayed quiet, pulling he duvet back up, looking at him. I dozed off pretty soon, but only for a few minutes. I immediately snapped out of it when I felt Jack slip under the covers behind me. I reached back with my hand and was pleasantly surprised as he was only wearing his tight boxers. I moved my hand and again, surprise. He was hard as a rock.