One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

-𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 -

The sound of gun shots ring in my ear.

I look at the back profile of Jack, watching him shoot at the targets, round after round. Each time I hear the sounding of a gunshot, I breathe in a little, anxiety hitting like waves. I'm a cop, I shouldn't get startled at the sound of a gun like this. I'm such a pussy.

He turns around, looking at me with a smirk. His eyes crinkle behind that plastic glasses protecting his eyes. "Just like that" he says with a confirming tone. My eyes trail from his flashy smirk, down to the gun in his hand, and back to his face. He gestures his hand forward, signaling for me to the grab the gun. I place my hand out, grabbing the gun with shaking hands. He steps out of line of the target, letting me take his place. I've used a gun before, but only lousy attempt at a practice range. Thankfully, I haven't been put in a situation where I need to shoot a murderer or crazy bomber.

I fix my stance, wrapping my hands around the gun, finding a comfortable position. I never liked guns, I've never liked violence period. I became a cop because I wanted to do justice, yet justice often gets replaced with straight up violence when you become a cop. I pull the safety, allowing me to rest my finger on the trigger. Suddenly, I can feel jack breathing on my neck. His hands wrap around me, cupping my hands on the gun. "Jack...?" I saw in a low tone. "Focus" he says sternly and huskily in my ear.

I take a deep breath, focusing in on the gun in my hand, and the target across from me. "Stand tall" he says as his first command. I straighten my stance, aligning my back. "Now, hold the gun tighter, the recoil is going to cause you to loose grip" he continues in my ear. As he speaks, shivers shoot down my spine. Just because he's close to you doesn't mean it means anything. He is strictly just training you. I make my grip more firm, taking in a deep breath. I can feel my heart race, realizing how close I actually am to him. My shoulder blades meet his chest, back against his stomach. There was  short period of time where I liked jack, but I always assumed he hated me so I got over it. When he saved me from getting hit by a car the first time I met him, our lips where only inches away from his as he held me against his chest. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't want to kiss him then.

     "Shoot" he says into my ear, clearly frustrated that I hadn't shoot yet. "Jack, I can't" I mutter, my stance weakening. "Just shoot, you can do it, c'mon on". I close my eyes, attempting to calm my nerves. I can't shoot if you pressed against me, whispering in my ear. "shoot" he says again but more aggressively. I fix my weak knees and breathe. As the seconds pass my anxiety gets worse and worse. I close my eyes and I get flashbacks to a time I didn't want to re-live. I can faintly hear the screams of the memory, mixed with jack's borderline yelling bubbling in the pits of my ears. I open my eyes and stare at the middle of the target. A bright red dot stares back at me, begging to be shot at. Jack tightens his hands on top of mine, grabbing them firmly.

     The screams of the past become loud, causing me to breathe heavy. "SHOOT, JUST FUCKING SHOOT" jacks scream rings against my neck. "I can't!" tears fill my eyes "I can't, I can't , I can't, I can't!" I borderline yell.

    My finger pulls back tightly, causing the gun to shoot. I wince at the sounding of the bullet, causing me to hold my breath for a moment. I stare at the bullet hole on the target, the cheap plastic smoking a bit. I hadn't even noticed that I stumbled back into jacks arms until he was staring at me in the eye, hanging above my slightly. We stand there, silent and looking at each other. Am I crazy, or is his head moving closer to me? He starts closing the gap between us, drawing closer and closer. My heart drops as I realize what's about to happen. My breath hitches and I close my eyes, ready for the moment our lips meet. A couple seconds pass and I still feeling nothing. I open my eyes and Jack has pulled away, looking at the target with a wide smirk. My eyes wonder to the target. "Look" he whispers, pointing his finger. I re-gain my stance, pulling from his grip that he has of me. I cock my head in confusion.

    "You hit it in the middle" he continues. Maybe he doesn't like me back after all. I sigh sadly "yeah". I fake a laugh and hit him in the shoulder playfully. "You did great, I didn't know if you were actually going to do it" the way he expresses his possible disappointment in me make me sad. He really thought I wasn't going to shoot? "But, you did, and it surprised me." I smile a little at his comment. He steps close to me, grabbing my hips. My hear flutters as he spins me around to fully face him. His eyes scan me up and down. He leans into my neck, causing me to get anxious. I once again can feel his breath against my neck, making me shiver.

     "I like it when girl's surprise me. I like it when you surprise me." He whispers into my ear. He is so hot, oh my god. butterflies. I fix my stance, leaning into his head that rests near my ear. He pulls away, his gaze moving from my eyes to my lips, and then back again. Something in my stomach bubbles, maybe love. I can't hold the urge anymore, causing me to press my lips against his. He pulls away shocked. Why the fuck did he pull away. I needed that kiss. He takes my hips, pulling me against him. He smiles and places his lips against mine again, my stomach exploding with butterflies. We kiss for what seems like ten minutes, finally pulling away to catch air.

     "How's that for a surprise" I say in a cocky tone. He rolls his eyes and kisses me again, smiling into the kiss.

     I think I'm in love.