misinterpreted; jg

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Olivia's POV

It's been a couple days since Jack and I talked. I wouldn't say we're back together but we're slowly getting there. Baby steps. 

It's Christmas Eve today so we're all getting in the Christmas spirit. By that I mean literally blasting Christmas music and dancing around. 

Jack and I currently frosting gingerbread men, and he absolutely sucks at it.

"I think you should stick to singing." I say to him laughing as he makes a gingerbread man have a thong. 

He laughs with me, "What? It's a male stripper. Like in the move Magic Mike." 

"You trying to tell me something Jack?" I tease, "hmm?" 

"Yeah, I'm gay for Channing Tatum." He says in a serious tone, but ends up bursting out laughing. 

I laugh as well, "Channing Tatum can have my kids." As soon as I realize what I said, my smile goes away and I look at my feet. 

"It's okay baby." Jack says, pulling me into his chest and kisses the top of my head. My heart always flutters when he's a big softy, with moments like this especially. 

I take a deep breath and step away from the hug. I look down at the cookies, "These cookies aren't going to frost themselves now are they?" 

He gives me a cheesy smile, so I send one back, and continue on with frosting the gingerbread people. 

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"Jack!" I squeal, "You got it on my fucking nose." I wipe it off and wipe it on him. 

"Hey!" He laughs sticking his hand into the frosting and wiping it on my face. 

"You little fucker." I laugh, and we continue frosting each other. 

Some must've fell onto the floor because I took a step towards Jack and slipped, falling into him. Only for him to catch me. "Stop falling for me silly." He winks. 

"You wish." I laugh. My eyes flicker down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. I bite down on my bottom lip out of habit, and Jack looks down to my lips, narrowing his eyes. He looks back up at mine and we inch closer. 

My lips brush his, and gets closer, fully connecting them. I can taste the frosting on his lips, and I smile into the kiss, causing him to smile as well. We break apart, obviously not wanting a full makeout session. 

I lick my lips, "You taste good." 

He laughs, "that's what she said." 

I hit his chest playfully, "Jack! You're so dirty." 

"I'm a guy, what can I say?"

"So you're saying girls can't be just as dirty?" I smirk. 

"I know they can, but not as much as me." 

I take a few steps closer to him, "You want to test that theory?" I raise my hands, setting them on his chest, running them down his stomach and stopping them at the hem of his jeans. I look up at him innocently. 

He looks down at me, and I can see him swallow the lump in his throat. I love making him feel this way because I know I'm the only one who can. His lips attach to mine and I immediately moan, my hand travels further down and I palm him through his jeans. 

His hard on was pretty prominent already, he groans and I smile. 

Someone clears their throat, and we both pull apart wide eyed to see the whole group staring at us. I wipe my lips, "hey guys."