Shower - Brooke/Jack; Smut

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I stomped frantically off poolside, knowing full well that Jack would be trailing after me, already realising that he was in the wrong, not that I cared. I'd had enough of his rapid mood changes. One minute he'd be telling me how "incredible" I looked in my new swim suit as we messed about in the pool on our break, then the next we'd be falling out over some random guy who happened to look at me whilst I was in said swimming costume.

This was supposed to be a relaxing holiday and so far Jack had made it anything but relaxing. I mean, how was I supposed to deal with some other guy catching a glimpse of me in my swim gear? I certainly didn't throw a fit every time I caught a girl gawking at him with his tanned muscles glistening in the daylight as he chilled out on one of the sun loungers. If I did, I would have gotten into more fights than cats have lives.

Within a few minutes I reached our room, thankfully having lost Jack a while back when I managed to slide into an elevator just before it went up. I opened up the door - slamming it shut behind me, just to let everyone know that I was in a really bad mood - before heading off towards the bathroom. I pulled my - Jack's - t-shirt off of my body, revealing my slightly tanned skin and the costume that had caused so many issues. I wouldn't mind but it wasn't even that revealing. The neckline was slightly riskier than I would usually go for, but the girls had convinced me that Jack would love it especially with the black and red patterning on it, it certainly looked quite enticing. I hadn't wanted to cause any issues.

The squeak of the door warned me of Jack's arrival, letting me know that he was soon going to be in the bathroom arguing with me again. Sure enough, with Jack being more predictable than Coronation Street's storyline...

"Brooke, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me?" I laughed, turning round to see him standing in the doorway, hands in fists, eyes alight with anger and frustration. "I think you mean you, Jack. I'm not the one accusing my partner of trying to pull someone else."

"I just meant that you seemed to be enjoying the attention all those guys were giving you at the pool." He stated, his voice was laced with so much jealousy. I nearly choked on testosterone.

"First of all, there was one guy, and secondly, the only guy's attention I'm interested in getting is yours. When will you just accept that? I don't want anyone else, I want you. Only you, Jack. But I don't expect to come away on holiday and be treated the way I was out there. You publicly humiliated me by making me get out of that pool." I pulled the bobble out of my hair, shaking it out so that it fell in waves down my back, helping to relieve some of my pain. "I shouldn't have to cover up because of some other guy looking at me, and I certainly shouldn't get accused of cheating on you. I wanted to capture your attention, no one else matters to me. But you really have hurt me and pissed me off today. I can't believe how you behaved, you were like a caveman for God's sake."

"I'm - I'm sorry Brooke." He whispered out, eyes slipping to the floor. "I just couldn't help it. You didn't notice all the guys staring at you, like they were bloody entitled to. You're my girl - they don't get the right the look at you like that. Sometimes it just gets too much. I feel threatened by them. You could have any guy out there - they'd jump at the opportunity, and that scares me, because I don't want you to leave me."

My heart thawed slightly at his words, knowing that he was actually being truthful. I could understand what he was saying to an extent. We'd both blown up at each other in the past because of our own insecurities, it wasn't fair or right, but it had happened and we are only human.

"I'm sorry Jack but that doesn't make it right. You shouldn't have treated me like that and you know that. Now," I made my way to the shower's temperature gage. "I'm going to have a shower whilst you think of a way to make it up to me. Pro tip: an apology goes along way so I'd probably start with that."

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