It was close to 10pm before you managed to escape the reception and the never ending questions about Jack. Was he your boyfriend? How come they had never met him? When had you been planning on telling them? It went on and on until you were sporting a mammoth headache and a not so small desire to commit homicide.
That your ex had left you alone for the rest of the night was the only good point in fact by now you were sure that you would have been better off if Jack had never shown up at all. The ex you could have handled but your conflicted emotions were that damn Scot was concerned were a hell of a lot harder to come to terms with.
Thankfully there was little traffic on your way home, even though it had been several hours since your last drink you still felt foggy and out of sorts. Pulling into your spot in a less than stunning parking job you exited the car before noticing the figure sitting on the steps outside the lobby of your flat.
With a sigh, you slammed the car door, pulling out your keys. Jack stood up at the sound of the door, looking anxious and rubbing his palms on his thighs.
"I'm not in the mood Jack." You snapped, jabbing your keys in the main lock.
"Y/N, please. I need to explain tae ye."
"I said we could talk tomorrow." The door opened and you stepped through. "I'm going to bed, it's been a long day."
You pushed the door closed behind you, making it halfway up the stairs to your flat before you heard his voice again.
"I'm in love wi' ye damnit!"
You stopped dead in your tracks, heart jumping into your throat.
"I'm no playin wi' ye, I'm serious. Yes, I'm an idiot, but tha doesna change anythin."
He stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you, his eyes huge, a deep cobalt blue. There was so much earnestness in them that it took your breath away.
He took the stairs slowly, one at a time in a deliberate move that made you feel a little like a cornered animal. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as he approached, his body slowly filling your vision until he stood few steps below you, bringing his face to your level.
"I want ye, I'll no lie abou tha. I shouldna gone abou this the way I did. I'm sorry."
Your eyes fluttered shut as his hand slid along your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. You didn't trust yourself to say a word.
"I think abou ye, all the time. Fuck, I even dream about ye."
Another step.
"I'll no apologize fer wha I said at the weddin, I meant every word of it. But there was summan I shoulda said tae ye first."
Another step, bringing him up against you, warmth radiating from him as his other hand came to rest at your waist.
"Open yer eyes."
You did as you were told, allowing him to tilt your face up to gaze at him. His teeth worried his bottom lip, his eyes searching.
"Do ye ever dream abou me?"
Your heart plummeted into your stomach, your blood rushing in your ears. Of course you dreamed about him, dreams that had you waking up in the middle of the night and feeling the absence of him like a physical pain as your breath left your body in strangled gasps. You thought about him when you were awake too, alone, or on days when you were all squeezed onto Harry's couch and you could feel him brushing against you. You easily sat beside him for hours watching his hands and imagining them skimming over your skin.
You swallowed hard, cheeks heating up as his lips spread in a knowing smile. His hand slid around your back easing you closer, your hands coming to rest at his waist. Anticipation sparked in the mere inches between you as your breath mingled.
