i want to taste you again
The more her thoughts scream for an apology that - let's face it - would never come even if Jack didn't know how much it was annoying her, the more amused he becomes. He's grinning now as he puts a cigarette to his lips and strikes a match, taking a slow, decadent drag of it. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, you ain't my type," he rumbles in response to her folded arms (and the discomfort twisting in her mind), flicking ash onto the rocks beside him.
Half-naked psychopath is a new one, though, and if he wasn't so practiced at hiding his reactions, he might have barked out a laugh. "Mm, well maybe next time visit a less wet bit of the islands," he suggests, letting one leg hang from the boulder he's seated on, his toes trailing through the water.
Half-naked psychopath is a new one, though, and if he wasn't so practiced at hiding his reactions, he might have barked out a laugh. "Mm, well maybe next time visit a less wet bit of the islands," he suggests, letting one leg hang from the boulder he's seated on, his toes trailing through the water.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
