Jack doesn't even pretend to protest and suddenly I remember a night from a months ago and also, weirdly, at least a year ago, when he'd been the one to suggest a selfie. In the middle of a party, even. I remember the weight of his hand on my hip and his smile and how I'd stared at that picture for weeks and weeks and weeks.
This isn't like that.
This time Jack's hand is on my shoulder and there's an ocean in front of us and it's cold out, but I still feel so warm all over. My thumb taps the button just as he's pressing a kiss to my cheek and I know my face is going red, but when I look at him, it doesn't matter at all. All that matters is that this is real, this is actually happening.
"Goodness, as if I wasn't totally gone for you already," I tell him with a rushed laugh. "You keep sayin' stuff like that and I really am gonna start thinkin' we need to take you back to Disney World where you came from."
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Date: 2016-05-11 06:15 am (UTC)This isn't like that.
This time Jack's hand is on my shoulder and there's an ocean in front of us and it's cold out, but I still feel so warm all over. My thumb taps the button just as he's pressing a kiss to my cheek and I know my face is going red, but when I look at him, it doesn't matter at all. All that matters is that this is real, this is actually happening.
"Goodness, as if I wasn't totally gone for you already," I tell him with a rushed laugh. "You keep sayin' stuff like that and I really am gonna start thinkin' we need to take you back to Disney World where you came from."