ADRENALINE ⭑ jacob elordi

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i feel a rush of adrenaline, the same type of adrenaline i get when performing.

i've always craved that adrenaline, only ever being able to find it in singing before, it's addictive.

"okay i'm playing a new game, whenever i'm sad i'm gonna come to vegas and play blackjack" i tell jacob, making him chuckle loudly.

"that's already a game, it's called a gambling addiction" he chokes out in between laughs.

"oh" i laugh back.

"wanna play again?" he offers, i nod, letting the adrenaline wash over me as the dealer clears the cards and gives me 2 new cards.

a 9 and a 2. 11. the dealer's visible card is a queen.

"hit me" i tell the dealer, not asking jacob for a second opinion before, which he looks a little impressed by.

the dealer places down my third card, an ace.

"that's 11?" i ask jacob, who's now tucked his lips in between each other in disappointment, he nods "mhm."

"so i got a bust?" i ask, feeling really disappointed.

"not so fun now?" he chuckles lightly, i respond with a slightly annoyed expression, biting back a smile.

"come on pheebs, we can play again-" he's cut off by a large group of people pointing in our direction and starting to walk towards us.

i've never had an issue with fans coming up for autographs, or even paparazzi for that matter but i just wanted some time with jacob without a million cameras in our faces.

"come on" he nudges me as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the casino, us both bolting and laughing past all the machines.

after about a minute, we reach a door leading us to a back alley, both out of breath and laughing.

it takes me a second to catch my breath before i look at my surroundings, we're in a quiet alleyway, we're both leaning against the wall of the hotel, staring at each other, our faces dangerously close.

"hi" he whispers, "hey" i whisper back.

his right arm snakes around my waist while his left arm gently touches my neck, making my breath hitch.

i slowly wrap my arms around his waist, gently reaching up on my tip toes to even be near his level, he notices this and chuckles lightly.

my hand moves up to the side of his neck as he pulls me into a kiss, his tongue teasing my bottom lip.

his arms grip around my back, keeping me in place and lifting me up ever so slightly so he's not having to hunch.

that familiar adrenaline rush crushes me, the same one i felt inside the casino, when i went skinny dipping with jacob, when i hear tens of thousands of people cheer for me.

i've always been worried about coming down from that high, about trying to make it last as long as possible, but right now i'm only thinking about this.