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his tattoo shop to a silent partner and
started teaching at the high school to help my aunt out. It did not help she
kept popping out babies," I said with a smirk. He laughed
    “Do you talk to your dad?”
    “I do. Axel stopped going once he started working at the
shop. Don’t know why, but I can’t force him to. He’s an adult ,” I remarked sarcastically. He sure was not acting like one
right now though. Jack patted my hand and there was that electric shock feeling
again. He sat there, shirtless, in jeans. I was distracted to say the least.
    “You alright?” he asked. I must have been staring. I
nodded and looked up at him; I hoped he did not notice my blatant ogling.
    “I guess. I am just so mad at my brother right now! He
told me that I lied to him, but he has been doing this cloak and dagger shit
with me. I don’t know. He is usually such a gossipy bitch. I used to have
a hard time getting him to shut up. But now he is nothing but secretive, quiet.
I don’t like it one bit!”
    “Is there anything I can do for you tonight? I can’t make
Axel talk to you. I wish I could. But anything else?” he asked, so much
sincerity in his voice.
    “Um...Could you please put on a shirt?” I said finally.
He laughed.
    “Oh I forgot I am sexy as hell!” He ran his fingers over
his chest and I glared at him.
    “Knock it off Jack. It’s not funny,” I said. He grinned
devilishly, grabbed my head and planted a quick kiss on my lips.  This
time he pulled away.
    “Bleu, I am so sorry,” he whispered as I touched my lips
with my fingers. Holy moly.
    “What?”
    “You lectured me earlier about kissing you, not jumping
into things and all that. And here I go, kissing you. What the hell is going
on?”
    “I blame you really. You are sitting here without a shirt
on,” I said with a laugh. I touched the side of his face and looked deep into
his chocolate brown eyes. I was a sucker for his eyes.
    “I honestly am just not ready. I am not sure if I ever
will be around you. You make me feel things, things I am afraid to feel and at
such an intensity. You leave me breathless,” I whispered. He nodded.

 
    “I am not one of those guys who are all soft and romantic
and shit. But whenever I am near you, I just want to kiss you. I feel what you
are feeling. You are not the only one who has been burned Bleu. But I am not
afraid to try.”
    “We are going to have to talk about this sooner or later
but right now is not the time,”I said.
    “Well I think that this conversation can be put off until
morning,” he replied with a yawn. Nodding, I yawn as well.
    “You can have my bed and I will crash here on the couch,”
he said. He switched off the kitchen light, locked the front door and walked
into the living room.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Absolutely. Let me just grab some blankets and a pillow
and the bed is all yours,” he said. I stood behind him as he opened a closet
door and removed a blanket. He placed the stuff on the couch and motioned for
me to enter the room. His bed was a queen size, with a big fluffy green
comforter on it and about a gazillion pillows.   Next to the bed sat a dark cherry nightstand with a small silver lamp on
it. The lamp was on next to the bed and it filled the room with a soft glow. To
the right of the door was a long dresser, also dark cherry, with a mirror on
the wall behind it.
    “Are you sure about this? I mean I have no problem with
sleeping on the couch, really,” I said.
    “What kind of gentleman would I be if I made you sleep on
the couch?” he said softly.
    “Ok I am not going to stand here and fight with you. It’s
been a long night and I am super tired,” I replied. He grabbed another blanket
out of the closet and two pillows off of the bed. I sat down on the bed and
smiled at him.
    “Good night Bleu. I hope you sleep well,” he said. He
bent down and kissed my cheek. He straightened up and walked out of the room,
closing the door behind him. As I ran my hands over the