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if i did a "dating jack gilinsky would involve..." would anybody read it? let me know!!

brenda's pov

i played with the hem of jack's shirt as he kept me pinned down. his shirt had rode up, so i could see the top of his boxer's elastic. calvin klein looked good on him, i have to say.

"patience, baby girl. you'll get to take this off later," he smirked, before going back to making out with me.

suddenly, the lights flickered off. i could even hear the ceiling fan in the living room shut off.

i felt the rush of panick go through me, as i tried to grab jack's hand in the dark.

"wait, what just happened?" i nervously asked.

he pushed himself off of his elbows in front of me and tried to find his way in the dark.

"the power just went out, i think."

i groaned, and put my hands out to try and sit against the headboard of my bed.

"oh shit."

jack sat up on the bed next to me on my headboard and let me cuddle into his chest.

"don't worry, baby. we'll be fine, ok?"

i sighed and kissed his cheek, before leaning back again.

this was inspired by what happened to me last night fml

stay true and suck ass