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Emily and Jackson!
JAckson wang from china
Hannah (the other stylist) and her client, Shirley,
Interestinv names
The only contradiction to his luxury style is the tacky, colorful, plastic-candy beaded necklace he’s wearing.
sounds kinda gay
Oh, and he has several tattoos. But they’re all cute sticker-style designs of things like a smiley face, a cartoony Polaroid of an adorable worm with glasses popping out of an apple, a swirly ice cream cone, a tiger in a cardigan with a thought bubble that says rawr
the gay alarm is loud
Everywhere I turned, Jack seemed to be there
guess I’m not the only guilty one, then. See you on Love Island.”
Please. That was barely even a zing. You can do better than that, Jackson Bonnet.
It’s some sort of HR nightmare I’ve stepped into. Or fantasy. No . . . ah—nightmare. Jack is your nemesis.
“I’m not sorry you thought I was someone else because for once I got a taste of what it’s like to be a person you don’t hate, and I . . .”
It was one thing when it was just a stranger I’d never care about but now—wait, no . . . I didn’t mean that I care about him. Take it back, brain!
mujajajajaja
“Just how often do you picture me, Jackson?” I guess a little of that flirtation from the road has lingered. His smile is a feral thing. “More than either of us is comfortable with.” Oh.
hhhmmmmbbbbbhhhh
His smile is so warm right now I could roast a marshmallow in front of it.
“Jack . . .” He stops and turns his head back to me. “Why did you have a spare helmet?” All I can see is my own refection in his visor. He waits so long to respond that I know he’s looking for a lie but can’t find one. “I hoped you would ride with me some day and I wanted to be prepared.”
His words snip the last vines of loneliness from my heart and replace them with balloon strings.
“I’ll be so careful with you, Emily,” he says, but I don’t have the heart to ask him if he means on the motorcycle or not.
achhhhhhhhhhh
Jack’s hand reaches back, wraps around my calf, and squeezes.
I'm melting
I run my hand against the plastic wall until I find the opening. And then I extend my hand out in front of me and come in contact with Jack’s abs. “Whoa, Ms. Walker. Buy me dinner first,”
“You think you’re unlovable, but I think I’ve never known how to love until knowing you.”
