He smiled down at her, his green eyes as readable as ever. That was one of the things that you just got when looking at Jack. No matter what his lips said, or how his body moved, all you had to do was look into his eyes to see what he was really feeling, and thinking. Right now, they are as open and deep as ever. Love. Nothing but love, adoration, affection, want, desire, and love all over again just to make it doubly certain that it’s there.
Jack presses his hand against her chest, feeling her heart, before moving his hand away. For a moment he just hovers there over her, knees bending still, before he grabs his turtleneck and pulls it up, and off of himself.
His flat chest is shapely enough. He has just a little bit of chest hair fluffing along his chest, and his dark purple nipples are where they should be. Shockingly, though, is the small tattoo on his chest. Of all the things in the world to have tattoo’d on his chest… it’s a butterfly. Its only the black ink but with his blue skin it looks like a blue butterfly. And its placed over where his heart is. So when he takes her hand, and returns the same gesture as hers, her hand covers the butterfly and his heart.
“It belongs to you, Katelynn.” he whispers softly. “Nobody else.”
Jack Maple 