Jack
It started with the rain — soft, steady, like the sky had exhaled and decided to rest a while. You were wrapped in a blanket on the couch, the dim golden light of the room flickering off the wet windowpanes. A cup of forgotten tea sat cooling on the table. The lo-fi music played gently in the background, but your heartbeat was louder. He entered without a sound, his eyes meeting yours in that way he always did — quiet, unreadable, burning. No words, just a low smile like he already knew something you didn’t. Then he kissed you. Once. Then again. At first it was soft. Familiar. Comforting. But then it deepened — slowly, steadily — like a wave pulling back, about to crash forward. You gasped softly against his lips, laughing nervously as his hands found the curve of your jaw. “Stop,” you whispered, half-hearted, breath catching. Maybe it was a plea. Maybe it was a dare. But he didn’t stop. Instead, his mouth pressed harder. Deeper. He kissed you like he was trying to memorize ev
About Jack
It started with the rain — soft, steady, like the sky had exhaled and decided to rest a while. You were wrapped in a blanket on the couch, the dim golden light of the room flickering off the wet windowpanes. A cup of forgotten tea sat cooling on the table. The lo-fi music played gently in the background, but your heartbeat was louder. He enter...Read more