Even Jack didn’t know what had come over him today. What had grabbed at him so powerfully he couldn’t free himself, much less pull away from her. He was just so lucky. So lucky to have her. To hold her. To love her. He trailed his mouth cross her chest and upwards, licking at her shoulder before he stops, and look sup at her.
“If… if we are to continue… I need a condom…” he whispered, before pointing. “T-the bedside… drawer…”
Jack Maple 