God. The thing was.. it felt sooo damn wrong to be makeing out with Tom in Jack’s house. Me and Jack. Our house. And here I was hooking up with my ex. God damn.
But uhm, God? It felt so right. It felt just like old times. When I was that girl and he was that boy. And we were us. When he would hold me and never let me fall, but then I wriggled out of his loving grasp and let myself fall. I taught myself how to stand up straight.
I found Jack, Jack found me.
In the end, that’s who I’m going to be with. There is no doubt. So why, why dear God am I kissing him back? Why am I pressing my lips and my body back against him, pulling him closer when close was too close in the first place?
I was crying too now and
BOOM ! CA LANG CA CRASH !
We both jerked forward and knocked foreheads.
“Awhh!” I groaned. Standing in the front doorway way was the missing in action Jack, surrounded by what looked like spilled groceries.
“What the fuck. Ashley.” It wasn’t a question, an he didn’t even acknoledge Tom, “Both out.”