Loving THE Jack Harlow❤️

It had been building for months, but neither of them had wanted to cross that line. The night was quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind as they sat on the porch of Egypt's house. Jack had come over after a fight with her brother, just needing a break from everything-especially the rumors about his love life and the chaos of his tour.

"You don't have to stay, Jack," Egypt said softly, staring out into the dark. "You've got your own stuff to deal with."

"I want to," Jack said, his voice firm but gentle. "I'm not going anywhere."

The tension hung in the air between them, a familiar feeling that had been there since they first met. Egypt's heart pounded in her chest, and she didn't know if it was from the comfort of Jack's presence or the fact that every time he was near, something inside her shifted.

Jack reached out, his fingers lightly brushing her hand, and the contact sent a jolt through her. She turned to look at him, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. His eyes searched hers, as if asking for permission, and Egypt felt herself leaning in before she could stop.

When their lips finally met, it was like everything else faded away. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if they were both afraid of what it would mean. But as Jack's hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, the kiss deepened, filled with all the things they hadn't said to each other over the past few months.

Egypt's heart raced, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn't alone-like maybe this was where she was supposed to be all along.

They pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, breathless. Jack's voice was low when he finally spoke, barely more than a whisper. "Your brother is gonna kill me." Egypt laughs a bit and smiles, "He definitely will."