disposition. | jack gilinsky

| Chapter 11 |

He lingered in front of my closed door, watching me in adoration as I sat back on the bed and propped up on my elbows. I opened my legs as an invitation. He poked his lips out & to the side, controlling his smile, and walks toward me slowly. He takes off his flannel shirt before sitting down next to me in only his white tee, jeans, and that red beanie.

It was a sweet moment because for the first time, a guy was here in my bed and not rushing to get in my pants. That was all I knew, that was all I expected. Jack has been doing nothing but constantly showing me colors and exposing me to temperatures that were foreign to me...and I was loving every minute of it. He is slowly becoming my new drug.

His jaw clenched and as if electric voltage surrounded me, hair on my arms stood up. I got goosebumps all over. I got both the chills and Jack-fever at the same time. He reached over and his hand graced my chin, traveling back behind my ear and through my hair. He pulled me into him, his soft lips pressing against mine. The kiss was slow...and succulent. Our tongues took their time dancing with each other. After a while, he started to move back to lie down and I followed, never breaking the kiss. His low growls and hums while his lips worshipped me drove me wild. I never moaned like that before and we didn't even have sex yet. He carefully ran his fingers up & down my arm then grabbed onto my thigh to bring it over his. He pulled away from my face and just looked at me with a grin that was cocked to the side.

"What," I chuckled.

"Nothing," he replied, moving a few strands of hair out of my face & tucking them behind my ear. "I just wonder what you look like without makeup."

I nodded, looked around, and sprung out of the bed. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be right here."

Dammit, he looks so good right now. I rushed to the bathroom and washed my face free of my fearless winged eyeliner, foundation, & what remained of the red on my lips. I dried my face, re-moisturized, and put on a simple lip balm. When I got back to my room, Jack was gone.

"...Jack? ...Great."

I sighed. I was used to guys ducking out on me. Might as well go eat some leftover cheesecake.

When I turned around, Jack popped out of nowhere, grabbing my waist.

Boo!

I screamed like I was in a horror flick. He laughed so hard when I attempted to hit him for scaring the shit out of me.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I was just playing with you," he chuckled, kissing me until I calmed down. He stepped back to admire me once more. "Wow."

"What?"

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" His hands stayed on my waist as he moved me backwards to the bed until we both fell onto it.

Now he hovered above me and I was in love with this view. It was even the perfect lighting showing off his features, making the beanie look like a brighter red and his lips more pink.

I tugged on his t-shirt. "Why is this still on?" I joked.

"I don't know," he sighed. "You're the one taking forever to get it off, so I guess we're playing the waiting game."

I tilted my head and grinned at him. My hands traveled beneath his shirt and ran up his chiseled torso. Oh my...God...

When I get the shirt up by his neck, he finishes taking it off. I stare at his chest, his abs, and take the deepest breath I could. He was a vision, a godlike creature that only existed in my sketchbooks. The guys I used to settle for were nowhere near this perfection on top of me.