Our Little Secret

Chapter 26

Sarah
It is evening once we arrive home and the taxi stops in front of the house.

Jack and I walk up to the house while mum pays the driver. Unlocking the house with my keys, we step into the dark building.

It doesn't take long for the house to be filled with life again. Soon it is lit up and we are all unpacking our bags and getting ready for the night.

I am in the bathroom upstairs brushing my teeth when there is a knock on the door. I open it and see Jack standing outside. He has a pair of black sweatpants on and a grey t-shirt that hangs loose but at the same time shows off his muscles.

"Well hello handsome." I greet him, my mouth full of toothpaste.

"Hey yourself, mind if I join you?" He asks and I let him in.

Jack walks over to the sink and starts to brush his teeth. I sit down on the edge of our bathtub and Jack sits on the toilet.

We study each other closely while we brush our teeth and I start to feel slightly uncomfortable. Walking over to the sink, I spit out the toothpaste and clean my mouth. When I stand up again I bump into Jack's chest. He is super close, still brushing his teeth, and gives me a grin before moving his free arm around my waist.

Rolling my eyes, I let the arm be. I open one of the drawers beneath the sink and look for my moisturiser, but it is gone.

Oh right, I forgot to put it back when I was unpacking. Smacking my head, I try to move, but Jack stops me. His grip around my waist gets tighter.

"Nu-uh," he mumbles with his mouth full of toothpaste.

"Just one second." I tell him and remove his arm.

I run out of the bathroom, longingly needing to get back there as soon as possible. Not for Jack's sake, but for my own. I find the moisturiser on my desk and quickly grab it.

I walk hastily back to the bathroom and enters it just in time to see Jack spit out his toothpaste. I stand next to him as he takes a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Opening the jar, I start to smear out the cream in my face. Once Jack has cleaned his mouth, his hands instantly find their way around my waist again. This time both of them rest on the bottom of my belly.

"You smell nice, have you showered?" Jack asks, nuzzling my hair.

I nod, completely focused on my smearing. Jack smiles and then tries to kiss my cheek, but I stop him.

"I wouldn't do that." I warn him, but of course he ignores me. He quickly kisses my cheek and then pulls away with a wrinkled nose.

"Told you."

"What the hell? That tastes vile." Jack hisses and looks at the jar with cream.

"It is not supposed to taste good, Jack, it is for your skin not your mouth." I tell him patiently and rub some cream into my forehead.

"But then I won't be able to kiss you," he pouts and I smile reassuringly at him.

"It dries pretty fast."

"It better do," he says darkly and then moves down to my neck instead. Tiredly I lean back and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Tired?" Jack whispers in my ear and I shiver.

"Mhm," I yawn.

"So what, you are going to bed?"

"What else should I be doing, Jack?"

"Oh, I can think of a couple of things," he purrs in my ear and moves his hands lower, trying to sneak one inside my pants.

"Woah there! What do you think you are doing?" I ask jumping forward, slightly panicked.