Jack looks down into her eyes, sweat beginning to run down his temples as well as his back. They didn’t have any cool air to keep the sweat away as much as before, and the blanket is heavy and hot at his back but it’s keeping them insulated, close. Without it, it might feel… different. He smiles down at her shakily, bringing a hand up to caress her face.
“Mnn. I, I love you with all my h-heart, Katelynn… nobody… nobody else, I can’t… even think or look at another woman a-any more…” he whispers as he leans in close, pressing his face into her neck as his hips keep going, their moves now more sporadic and less controlled.
He’s close. So close.
Jack Maple 