He reached out to her, and settled a hand against her hip, pulling her close to him. The press of her chest… oh gosh. Jack smiled faintly, that mustache he was growing on his upper lip curling with his lip. “Oh it is a big, bad world, Miss. Foster… but you know what else can be big, and bad?”
Being flush against him slightly, she tried to bite back a gasp, her hands trapped between their chests. “I’m going to guess..you..?” she asked, giving him a coy smile.
“Oh yes. Very. Big.” he insists, grinning at her, before he gives a chuckle, then a giggle, and shakes his head. “Oh man. I can’t believe I just said that!”
Jack Maple 