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First time

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A/n: Do not engage if you don't like smut, thank you.

I roll out of bed, not being able to fall asleep. There's been a lot on my mind lately, and I can't seem to shake it off. I walk over to the window, peeking over my shoulder to see if Jack is still asleep.

I'm staying with him for the night after we attended a celebration for his record label earlier.

In my 22 years and a few months of living, I have never had sex before. I've had sexual interactions before but never had a penis in my vagina.

It feels so embarrassing 'cause Jack is so experienced and I, on the other hand, don't even know how to suck a cock to begin with. After what happened at his party, I told him about my virginity, and nothing has happened ever since.

He's not touching my butt anymore and hasn't even let me sit on his lap to avoid unexpected hard-ons. And honestly, I want to feel him. 

It's not that he's being distant, but I just want him to be less cautious around me. I don't want him to apologize for squeezing my thigh or for pressing his dick against my ass when we're cuddling. I want him to take charge.

I hear shuffling behind me, indicating that Jack is waking up. U turn around and give him a soft smile even though he can't really see it in the darkness.

"What are you doing up this late?" His raspy voice muffles as he covers himself.

"I couldn't sleep." I slowly walk over to the door. "I'm just gonna get something to drink."

I walk outside and down the hall to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and lean against the fridge taking a big gulp, letting my eyes shut.

How am I going to tell him how I feel? I really want this. I hate it, and I'm so mad at myself for it. But I need this. I need him to rut against me and make me explode, not like a bomb but like a woman, so, so badly. God, I need to scream my lungs out as he makes love to me like his eyes promises me every single time he looks at me, ever since I told him about my innocence. I hate this need.

I run my hand over my breasts as I imagine him touching me, planting kisses to my neck. My hand goes further down my body, finding my bud through my pants.

The image of his face planted between my legs pops up in my mind. The way he knew exactly what would give my body the most pleasure drives me insane. It's like he already knew every nook and corner of my body.

"Cheesecake, what are you doing in the dark? Come back to bed." I open my eyes, standing up straight, seeing Jack standing there, rubbing his eyes.

"I was just savoring the water. I'll be right there." I finish the bottle and toss it in the trash can.

"I can't fall asleep if you're so restless." He comes to me and picks me up bridal style, carrying me back to his bedroom. "What's going on in that pretty mind of yours?" He asks as soon as we're cuddled under the sheets, holding my hand in his, placing a kiss on my knuckles.

"You know we can talk about it in the morning. You're so tired already."

"No, tell me."

This is it. I'm about to fight my demons and I don't know if I'll win the battle.

I take a deep breath, collecting my sanity, "What happened between us at your party..."

"Once again, I'm so sorry my love. I didn't think that it would still bother you." He sits up a little, very alert now.

"You have it all wrong." I sit up, crossed-legged, facing him. "I feel like the fact that I'm a virgin scared you from doing it again. You don't even wanna touch me in a way that's intimate. And it's all I want you to do!"

And now I'm going to regret for saying what's about to come next.

I sit a little closer to him, "I'm ready, Jack. I'm ready for you to take my virginity. I've been ready for quite a while now."

Jack looks taken aback. He takes a big gulp and lets his head hang low, "I didn't know that's how you felt. I just didn't want to make it seem that I'm putting pressure on you. It's supposed to be your choice on when and how it should happen."

"Well, can it happen now? I've never wanted this more than anything."

He pushes me down gently, his body hovering over mine, "And you're sure about it?"

I nod and smile nervously. I lean in to kiss him, my heartbeat becoming unsteady. His lips slant over mine, hot and needy as his tongue tastes my mouth and his arms hold me so tightly.

I move my hands down his back, tugging on the hem of his shirt. He neglects my lips for a while to take it off and tosses it to the floor.

My skin feels flush, and my nipples hard as stones. And the ache between my thighs are so intense that it takes a monumental effort to keep me from pulling him closer to me.

His head leans back down again and his mouth closes over my earlobe, his tongue wet and dexterous as he sucks. I go limp in his arms, my eyes fluttering close with a sigh. He hums from deep in his chest, the sound so close to a moan. My body responds in every erogenous zone I have, plus a few I hadn't known existed.

He attaches his lips to my exposed skin just below my ear. I gasp as soon as his lips touch my neck and I can feel his smile against my skin. Another hum, this one edging on a growl. His hips roll into mine to press his hard length against a very, very sensitive part of me.

His dick grows harder by the second, causing the pool in my pants to grow. His head turn so his lips are on mine again. This kiss is way more intense than the one from before, as if he's inhaling my breath.

His hand shifts between us lifting my shirt up, breaking the kiss as he takes it off. He sits up, staring at my chest before he slides his fingers over my nipples. Suddenly he begins moving his hands everywhere, sliding over my arms, caressing my breasts, my hips, my thighs.

He takes my breast in his mouth, drawing circles with his tongue around my nipple. His hand doesn't leave my other boob unoccupied, rolling my rock-hard nipple between his fingers. He switches frequently, making sure my boobs get the same amount of care.

With his mouth and his hands, he slides down my body, leaving a hot, wet trail on my belly. I shiver under his touch and allow my fingers to rake through his hair. He pulls my pants and underwear down in a swift move, pushes my thighs apart, kissing them tenderly, spurring on my gasps and moans. And then he moves slightly, so that his mouth is on my sex.

I gasp and clutch at his head, as his tongue slips through my folds. Jack holds me firmly so that my body stays in place and he casually strokes me, his tongue dipping in and out languidly at first, tasting me, exploring each crevice, moving up to the core, then down again, to where my body throbs. As my groans and writhing increases, seemingly his urgency does as well. He strokes me harder, his mouth covering me, and I shoot my body up, pressing my vagina against his face.

He licks and sucks me into a frenzy of delicious torment, until I'm literally gasping for breath. And then I cry out, "FUCK!" I release an orgasm that was long awaited for.

Jack lifts his head up after placing a gentle kiss on my clit. He sits up in front of me, smiling widely, "I missed doing that."

I blush and cover myself up, realizing how naked I am. Jack is quick to pull the sheet away from my body, exposing myself to him. In silence he stares at my body, swallowing hard, the moonlight emphasizing the side of it.

I take the opportunity to stare at his chest. I haven't really had a good enough look at whenever I've seen him shirtless. The shape of his body is lovely, like the David statue Michelangelo created. I reach out to touch him, to run my fingers across the hard skin of his stomach.

His response is immediate and startling. He sucks his breath and closes his eyes, his body going very still. I run my fingers along the waistband of his trousers, heart pounding, hardly knowing what I'm doing. I dip my fingers inside, pushing his pants and underwear down. My breath hitches in my throat as his erection jumps out, hitting his stomach.

Before I can have a further look at his dick, he leans to the side of the bed, fumbling for the drawer on the nightstand, grabbing a condom. He quickly tears the wrapper with his teeth.

I prop up on my elbows, wondering how he'll fit inside me, "Can I put it on?"

His eyes widen slightly in surprise but nods, "Y-Yeah. Just remember to leave the tip open."

I take the condom from him, rolling it on him, using both my hands to do it, both hands to stroke and tickle him and make him absolutely crazy. Before I can explore any further, he grabs my hands.

"You'll have enough time for that. Right now, it's all about you." He looks in my eyes as he speaks.

I lay back, making myself comfortable. He hovers over me, aligning his shaft with my hole.

"Tell me when to stop, okay." He pecks my lips, resting his head against mine.

"I trust you, Jack."

Just then he pushes himself in slowly. I groan at the discomfort and Jack grunts, trying to fit his whole length inside me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tears. Along with the discomfort and pain I'm feeling, I'm also embarrassed. This all comes so easy for him. I don't even know what to do!

Just when more negative thoughts start evading my head, Jack speaks softly, "You're so perfect."

He starts moving his hips slowly. I grip onto his shoulders, trying to bare the pain. A whimper escapes my lips, giving it away.

"Should I stop?" Jack lifts his head, a concerned look on his face.

I look in his eyes reassuringly, "No! Just go a little faster. I'll be fine."

His thrusts become slightly faster as he plants a loving kiss on my lips. The pain eventually vanishes after a while and he speeds the pace up. A shock of ecstasy drowns me in warmth as he thrusts harder. My body is burning with lust fire. Need and desire rages like a storm, and I feel ready to combust. There is something so sexy about this position. As if he's in complete control. All I have to do is let him manipulate my body, and in return, he gives me pleasure like I've never known.

"Yes! Just like that." I let out between moans.

And that was all it took. He groans as I clench around him, his hands in my hair, his eyes wildly roaming my face, driving into me, over and over and over again until he closes his eyes and finds a very hot and very potent release with a strangled cry, which a return with a loud moan, finally reaching my orgasm. With one last, residual shudder, he collapses on top of me and kisses my forehead.

We lay there in silence, catching our breaths. He nuzzles his face in my neck, stroking my head. I can't help but smile at what just happened. My cherry popped, and Jack was the one to do it.

"Bear, I don't think this is gonna be so comfortable for long. You'll crush me."

"Shit, sorry!" He gets off of me, wincing, realizing he was still inside me.

I help him take the condom off and wait for him while he goes to throw it away in the bathroom. I cover myself with the sheets, watching as he moves across the room in the dark.

He gets in beside me, pulling me in a cuddling position, "How do you feel?"

I grin widely as I rub circles on his hairy chest, "It's a little sore down there but otherwise I feel great. I'm lucky that it happened with you."

"I'm just glad you enjoyed it." He strokes up and down my arm. "Next time you can do whatever you want, I promise."

I lean up and kiss him, "I actually like it when you're in control."

"How about we discuss our newly found sex life at breakfast and rest for now?"

"Good idea."

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I'm so cold at this music shit! If you hate on me you GOTTA BE PROJECTING!

HAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY, JACK HARLOW b. March 13, 1998 ✧ Louisville, Kentucky in/sp

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Daddy's home

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A/n: I have no idea why this took me so long to write. I'll try to release the next 2 parts sooner though.

"He's not gonna hate you." I stand in between Jack's legs as he's sitting on the edge of my bed, playing with his wet hair.

"And if he fucks me up? Are you still gonna say that he doesn't hate me?" He rubs the back of my thighs.

"You're being paranoid." I kiss his head and move away. "Now go put your bag in the car before my dad notices that you slept over. He'll be here in a few minutes."

"Thanks for the heads-up, but I think he'll notice the wet hair." He shoves his things into his overnight bag. "Not to mention that my car is parked in your driveway."

"Your parents live across the street. You'll just say you were there." I pull him outside, grabbing his car keys along the way. "And then you came over, and I realized we have no ingredients for chocolate chip cookies, so we went to get them quickly."

"You really thought everything through, haven't you?"

We reach the car, and he quickly puts his bag inside. As he's closing the door, I jump on his back.

"We don't have time for playing around. He'll be here soon." Jack states as he heads back inside with me on his back.

Time seems to crawl as we wait. It feels like hours, but in reality, it's only about 30 minutes. We keep glancing at the clock, hoping that my dad would show up soon.

We had prepared the place, making sure everything is tidy and presentable. I want to make a good impression, not just for Jack but for myself as well. After all, it's the first time he's visiting me in my first home.

Even though I assured Jack that my father would like him, the nerves in the pit of my stomach grow bigger with each passing second. My dad has always been super protective, and his opinion definitely matters when it comes to who I'm dating.

I'm even more anxious about how he'll act to Jack being 7 years older than me. I mean, I get it. Age differences can raise eyebrows and make people question things, and my dad is most definitely gonna have his concerns about it. But here's the thing, age ain't nothing but a number when it comes to love, right?

I want my dad to see that Jack and I have this amazing connection that goes beyond age. It's about the way he makes me feel, the way he supports me, and the way we understand each other. I hope my dad can look past the numbers and see the real love we share.

He wants the best for me, and he's just trying to protect me. I get that. I just hope he can see that Jack is a good guy, someone who treats me right and respects me.

I just hope that he'll give Jack a chance and see all the wonderful qualities that I see in him. I want him to understand that Jack is not only my partner but also my best friend.

Just as I switch the kettle on, we hear my father's car pulling up outside. I rush to the door, my heart pounding with excitement. Opening the door, I see my father, a warm smile on his face.

"Dad! I missed you!" I embrace him tightly.

"I missed you just at much, my princess." He lifts me up as he hugs me. "The house has been so empty without you."

"Dad, it's only been a few months. I've been gone longer when I was in college." I pull back as he puts me back down on the ground.

Dad's eyes move between living room and the kitchen, nodding with approval. "You did good here. And it smells amazing. Did you bake your famous chocolate chip cookies?"

"You know me too well." I walk out on the patio, calling Jack as he's running around with Ginger. "Bear, my dad's here!"

"Bear." Dad chuckles, rolling his eyes. "I thought you hated it when Melissa called me silly pet names."

"Well, Melissa was my English teacher. She already went over the top when I had to deliver your letters after school. Calling you 'babe' in my presence was just gross." I make a gagging noise.

"I thought she was your favorite teacher." He furrows his brows, tilting his head. "You always ranted on for hours about how intense she spoke about the books you read."

"And you always went on and on about the poems she wrote you. You didn't say much about what was written in them."

"Hey! That's my business, young lady."

Jack enters through the patio door with Ginger right behind him. He smiles nervously as he sees the big, buff man behind me. "Sir, it's great to finally meet you." He leans forward, holding his hand out for my dad to shake.

My dad, on the other hand, is frozen now. His eyes widen, his jaw drops, and his face is slowly turning pale. It's clear to see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out how it's possible that Jack Harlow is standing in front of him. He doesn't even notice Ginger bouncing at his feet.

I place my hand on his arm, shaking him a little. "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Jack. You probably know him already." I let out a nervous chuckle. "And this little girl by your feet is Ginger." I squeeze my Dad's arm the whole time to try and snap him out of his daze. "Jack, this is my dad, Carter Morgan."

My dad finally lifts his hand and shakes Jacks. "It's good to meet you too." He continues shaking Jack's hand viciously, gripping it hard. "This isn't a prank, right?"

Jack, struggling to get his hand away, finally shakes free from my father, "No, sir. This is all real."

"Why don't the 2 of you go sit down while I make coffee?" I push them out of the kitchen.

I watch as they go to sit down across each other. Jack tries to make small talk, seeing that my dad is still stunned. It takes just a while before I join them with the coffee and cookies that I assembled on a floral tray. I take a seat on the floor, Ginger resting in my lap.

"How did you two meet? I've only heard bits and pieces." Dad asks, grabbing 3 cookies from the tray, clearly more comfortable.

I chuckle at his sudden change of mood, "His parents actually live across the street. They're the neighbors who are so kind to me."

"Then I have to meet them." Dad mumbles with a full mouth.

I widen my eyes at him, "Dad! It's not like we're getting married."

"Not yet, anyway." Jack winks at me, causing my face to turn a bright shade of red. "I'll organize something with them for tomorrow night if it's okay with you, sir."

"That sounds like a good idea to me." Dad leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "It sounds like you really have your heart set on my daughter since you want to marry her one day. Did you say that because you mean it or did you say it because you want to please me?"

Jack gulps slightly but tries to keep his charm, "Sir, I really meant what I say. Ever since I met Logan, there wasn't a moment when I hadn't wanted her in my life."

Dad grabs his coffee, growing more serious by the second, "Logan's well-being is my top priority." He takes another cookies and dips it in the coffee, "She's been rambling on about you for weeks, and I can see that she truly cares about you, but I want to make sure you're aware of the potential challenges that come with being in a relationship with a world-famous rapper. Are you prepared for that?"

Jack looks at me before answering, "Sir, I understand where you're coming from. I know being in the public eye can be tough, and I want you to know that I've thought about it. I care deeply about Logan, and I'm willing to face those challenges head-on."

I move up to sit on the couch and look my dad straight in the eyes, "Dad, I appreciate your concern, but Jack and I have talked about this extensively. We're aware of the cons that might come with our relationship, but we believe in each other and our ability to navigate through them. And besides, I'm a grown woman." My voice grows more firm with every word, "You don't have to worry about me anymore."

"I trust your judgment, but I want you both to be fully aware of what you might encounter. Jack, there will be scrutiny, paparazzi, and a lack of privacy. It could put a strain on your relationship."

"You're just trying to cause an argument now." I groan, making my annoyance very clear.

Jack gives me a nod, signaling that he'll do the talking further on. I grab a few cookies and eat them frustratingly in silence. "I understand that it won't be easy. But Logan and I have had conversations about this, and we're committed to supporting each other through any challenges. We're prepared to prioritize our relationship and find ways to maintain our privacy when needed."

Dad's eyebrows raise in surprise, indicating that he didn't expect such a heartfelt and committed response from Jack. His body becomes more relaxed and open, with a warm smile appearing on his face.

"Jack, just remember that Logan is my daughter, and I expect you to treat her with love, respect, and understanding, especially during the tough times."

"Mr. Morgan, I promise you that I'll always treat Logan with the utmost respect and support her through any difficulties." Jack turns his head to look at me. His gaze is warm and comforting, making me feel safe and cherished. I can see the admiration and adoration in his eyes, and it fills my heart with pure joy. "She means the world to me, and I'll do everything in my power to make our relationship thrive."

"You didn't have to be so hard on him." I walk up the stairs ahead of my dad, helping him carry some of his things.

"He had to know who he's dealing with. He might have shocked me with his identity, but you're still my little girl." He carries the heavy suitcase effortlessly.

We stop at the top of the stairs, and I allow him to take a look around, "That's the bathroom you'll be using, and the laundry room is right next to it." I open the door to the second bedroom of the house. "This is supposed to be a bedroom, but I turned it into a cozy office space so I can get more work done."

"And where will I be sleeping, young missy?" Dad leaves his suitcase by the door, confusion spread over his face.

"That's why I have my friend over here." I place his things on my desk and unfold the sleeper couch. "I figured that there would be situations like these. And it's big enough for someone your size."

"What about pillows and something to cover me up?" He pulls his bag closer.

"Oh, all of that is in the wardrobe over there." I point to the corner of the room while unplugging my laptop so I can take it downstairs with me.

"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" He sits down on the edge of the sleeper couch. "When did my little girl grow up so fast?"

I lean against the desk, folding my arms, "It's like time zoomed by. I can't believe how much things have changed."

"You've grown into such an incredible woman. I couldn't be prouder of the person you've become." His eyes turn red, indicating that the tears aren't far behind.

"Don't cry, Dad!" I walk over to sit next to him, hugging him from the side. "It's all thanks to you. Your love and guidance have shaped me into the person I am today."

I've come to realize that no matter how independent I become, I'll always need my dad. He's my rock. And no matter how far apart we are, I know that he'll always be by my side, supporting me every step of the way.

"I love you, Flower. Today and every day."

"I love you too, Dad. Thank you for being the best father a girl could ask for."

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The one where Jack & Urban turn 30

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A/n: Sorry I took so long with this one. Life's just going crazy at the moment! There's a little smut in this one btw👀

Tonight is Jack and Urban's birthday party. Their 30th birthday party. It's quite a big deal. I can't believe I have such an old boyfriend.

I met Urban on Jack's birthday. We had dinner at his parents' house and obviously his best friend was going to be there. Jack was so worried that Urban would feel like he was third-wheeling us, but instead, Jack was the one third-wheeling Urban and I. Urban and I hit it off so well that he invited me to his birthday dinner a few days later.

I instantly became close with Urban's fiancé, Alexis. She has this warm and friendly way of making people feel comfortable around her. She just has a natural ability to connect with others.

In conversations, Alexis comes across as engaging and attentive. She has a knack for making people feel seen and heard, and she genuinely cares about others' experiences. Alexis's positive outlook on life is contagious, and she often brings a sense of joy and enthusiasm to the people she interacts with.

One aspect of Alexis's personality that stands out is her authenticity. She embraces who she is and encourages others to do the same. Alexis is unapologetically herself, and she inspires others to embrace their uniqueness and celebrate their individuality.

As I hop in the car and make my way to the party, a mix of excitement and nervousness fills the air. The thought of meeting the rest of Jack's friends makes me wonder if I'll fit in with their dynamic.

As the engine hums, I can't help but think about the age gap between us. I'm still navigating my early twenties, while Jack has already hit the big 3-0. The question lingers in my mind: Will I be able to connect with his friends on the same level?

Driving down the road, I take a deep breath and remind myself that age is just a number. What truly matters is the bond I share with Jack and the genuine connections we've built. Jack loves me for who I am, and his friends are an extension of that love.

With each passing mile, I try to shake off my worries and focus on the excitement of the celebration. I remind myself that this is an opportunity to get to know Jack's closest friends, to learn from their experiences, and perhaps even find common ground that transcends age.

As I pull up to the party venue, my heart starts racing. I take a moment to gather myself and adjust my dress, wanting to make a good impression on Jack's friends.

Stepping out of the car, I take in the scene before me. The venue is a big club-like building. I can hear the faint sound of music and laughter drifting through the air, signaling that the party is in full swing.

Walking towards the entrance, I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation. I take a deep breath, reminding myself to be confident and embrace this opportunity to connect with Jack's friends. After all, they mean a lot to him, and I want to show them the best version of myself.

As I enter the party, I'm greeted by a wave of friendly faces and the buzz of conversation. Jack spots me from across the room and flashes a bright smile, making my heart skip a beat. His presence instantly puts me at ease, and I feel a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over me.

We quickly make our way to each other. He scoops me up in a warm, tight hug. "Hey, Cheesecake! I was wondering when you'd arrive."

"I was coloring my face in longer than expected." I pull my head back, pecking his lips.

"Like that was necessary." He puts me down and takes my hands, checking me out from head to toe. "Purple. My favorite color."

"I thought I'd please you since it's your birthday party." I let go of his hand and twirl.

His eyes roam up and down my body, pulling me into him. "Let's go say hi to everyone before I get too touchy. My grandma can't wait to meet you."

"Your grandmother is here?" I widen my eyes, surprised at what he just told me. "Jack, you really invited your grandparents to a rave?"

"It's not a rave."

Jack takes my hand and confidently navigates me through the bustling crowd. He leads me with such grace, effortlessly maneuvering through the sea of people.

As we get closer to the booth, I can see his parents and grandparents sitting there, all smiles and excitement. Jack leans in and whispers, "You're gonna love 'em! Oh, and they're my mother's parents." I can't feel nerves bundling up in the pit of my stomach. Meeting the grandparents is always a big deal, right?

We reach the booth, and his parents immediately jump up, enveloping me in a tight group hug. Maggie starts buzzing with conversation. "We haven't seen you in a week. Where have you been?"

"I was just busy with work. And lots of shopping with Caeser." I chuckle, pulling away from them.

Jack pulls me away from them, into his side. "Mom, Dad, this is the part where I'm supposed to introduce her to Grandma and Grandpa."

"Sorry. We'll let you get to that." She sits back down, pulling Brian with her.

Jack introduces me with a proud grin on his face. "Grandma, Grandpa, this is Logan. She's been keeping me sane the last time." His parents exchange knowing glances while his grandparents give me warm, welcoming smiles. "Logan, these are my grandparents, Thomas and Kathleen."

Jack's grandma takes my hand and says, "Well, aren't you just a cutie! We've been dying to meet the person who's captured our grandson's heart."

His grandpa chuckles and adds, "Welcome to the family, Logan. We're a wild bunch, but we'll make sure you have a good time."

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Payette." I smile at both of them lovingly.

"Oh honey, cut the formalities. Grandpa Tom just welcomed you into the family. Grandma Kat is fine." She rubs her thumbs over my knuckles reassuringly.

"Come sit here with us." Maggie moves over a bit, making room for Jack and I.

I move in next to Maggie, placing my bag on the table. Jack sits next to me, placing his arm behind, holding my hand with his free hand.

"Jack showed us lots of pictures of you. You seem like a very adventurous person." Grandpa Tom immediately starts the conversation.

I glance at Jack, smiling widely. "Well, I do enjoy trying new things and exploring different places. I guess you could say I have a bit of an adventurous spirit."

"And she especially likes to challenge me." Jack kisses the side of my head.

Alexis and I walk out of the photobooth, squeezing through the sea of people. "Do Jack and Urban even know all these people?" I yell in Alexis's ear, competing with the music.

"To be honest, I have no cooking clue. It's most likely that they invited all of these people just for the vibe." She yells back, pulling me in the middle of the dance floor. "Now, let's forget about all these people and enjoy ourselves!"

We sway our bodies together. At first, we're just jumping around, seeing who can show off the silliest moves. That is until Alexis spots Jack and Urban by the bar with the rest of their friends, sitting side by side, clearly talking about us as they're watching us dance.

We trade our goofy dance moves for sexy ones, showing off to the boys. Their body language shifts as we start grinding on each other, giggling like crazy. I blow a kiss to Jack like I'm not doing anything wrong. For a moment, Alexis and I act like we don't even notice the guys. We hang on each other, yelling in each other's ears.

"I am definitely getting laid tonight. Urban is looking at me with his fuck-me-eyes." She leans back a little, adjusting her dress.

"Before you continue, I don't want to know what styles you're going to explore." I laugh, letting my head fall on her shoulder.

Alexis rolls her eyes, spinning me around. "It's not like you're such an angel yourself. I know you're thinking about Jack in the dirtiest ways."

Just as I'm about to say something, I feel a pair of hands on my waist. Just by the touch of it, I immediately know who it is. "Sorry to barge into your conversation like this, but is it possible for me to get some alone time with my girlfriend?"

I turn my head a little, looking at him. Alexis lets me go and wiggles her eyebrows at us. "Go ahead! I better get to my fiancé." She backs away, slowly.

With a gentle tug on my hand, Jack leads me off the dance floor. I notice him carrying my bag as well. His parents must've left already since I left my bag at their booth.

We make our way up a flight of stairs, the sound of laughter and music fading into the distance. As we climb higher, the air grows cooler, and anticipation fills the space between us.

Finally, we reach the top of the stairs, and the door creaks open. Jack quickly locks it behind us, ensuring that we have complete privacy. The noise from the party below fades away, replaced by a serene atmosphere.

The rooftop is a hidden oasis, a secret escape from the bustling party below. It is decorated with cozy seating areas and soft lighting. The city skyline stretches out before us, a breathtaking backdrop to our private moment. We find a comfortable spot on a plush couch and settle in.

Jack wraps a blanket around my arms, ensuring that I get warmed up. He leans in closer, his voice low and intimate. "You were trying to be funny down there, weren't you?"

A grin spreads across my face, leaning back against the couch. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He rests his hand on my thigh, teasing me like I've been teasing him on the dance floor. "You know exactly what you did. And I have to admit, you're pretty good at it." He places a soft kiss on my jawline, rubbing tiny circles on my thigh.

My breath hitches in my throat, his touch alone causing a wetness to grow in my underwear. "Alexis and I were just having fun."

"The way you were dancing says that you weren't just having fun." He smashes his lips on mine, kissing me roughly. I let the blanket fall off my shoulders, running my hands through his hair. He squeezes my thigh, tracing his kisses down my neck. "Do you mind if I have myself another birthday present?"

I pull away, breathing heavily, eyes still closed. Not being able to get a word out, I just nod.

In a matter of seconds, he's on his knees in front of me. His hands slide underneath my dress, grabbing on the hem of my thong. "Are you sure?"

I nod once again, giving him an assuring look. His eyes lock with mine as he pulls my underwear down. The way my chest rises and falls becomes more visible as my nerves grow.

Jack pushes my dress up to my waist and kisses my inner thighs as he spreads them away from each other. Now he's face to face with my vagina. "We can really stop if you don't want to do this."

"No, no, no!" I immediately put my hands in his hair, bringing him closer. "Of course I want to. I'm just a little nervous."

He takes a few seconds to look at my pussy. Now, all the insecurities start to float around all sections of my brain. Am I shaved perfectly? What if I don't taste good to him? What if my vagina is too fat for his liking?

His fingers lightly part my lower lips, his gaze lingering on my pussy, seeing the dripping mess pooling. I can feel his hot breath hovering near my hole. He dives into my core, licking my clit slowly, running his fingers through my slit.

He doesn't hesitate to put in two fingers, watching as I gasp out in pleasure. He pumps them in and out slowly, squeezing my hip with his other hand. My eyes close, and my head falls back, lips parted as he does his thing down there. My fingers thread in his hair, pulling, twisting, keeping him in place.

A few moans escape my mouth, causing Jack to thrust his fingers faster. He hums, sending vibrations through my body. I lift my legs and throw them over his shoulder, squeezing my legs shut around his head. I remove a hand from his head, running it over my clothed breasts.

At this point, I'm a moaning mess. My body coils together, grasping at his fingers, so wet now that I can hear the slippery sounds every times he drives back into me.

I can feel my core tightening, and my moans become louder as his tongue and fingers become even more pleasurable. He gentles his hand, so I'm brought back from the brink. I cum instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him.

My legs fall down beside him as he pulls his fingers out, sucking the stickiness off of it. He kisses my knee and smiles up at me. "Do you always get wet so easily?"

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Popping the question

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A/n: I'm finally done with this one! It took me a while to find the right words for this.

It's been 2 weeks since Valentine's Day. 2 weeks since our first kiss. And for the past 2 weeks, we haven't stopped kissing each other.

I also made a big discovery. I'm in love with him. At this point, I don't remember a time when I wasn't. Every night, I fall asleep with him on my mind and wake up the same. I replay pieces of our conversations, laughing at funny things he said or did. I have every detail of his face memorized and the way he looks at mine.

I am every kind of in love with him. I am young and yelling and climbing out of the sunroof audaciously in love with him. I am laughter and peaches and dancing in kitchens brightly in love with him. I am quiet tears and warm baths, and wrapped up in his arms gently in love with him. I am train rides and letters and counting days faithfully in love with him. I am groceries and babies and paying a mortgage securely in love with him. I am conversations and bathrooms and lacing up his shoes for work familiarly in love with him. I am bedsheets and bruises and legs wrapped around waists resplendently in love with him. I am whispers and kisses and 'baby I'm not going anywhere' softly in love with him. I am stars and universes and writing golden poetry endlessly in love with him.

The only problem is that we're not moving forward. We've been seeing each other for almost 2 months, and he seems to show a lot of interest, but he's not making the next move.

It's so frustrating 'cause it feels like I don't know where I stand with him. What if he's still seeing other girls? Is that what I am then? One of the girls?

I've been avoiding him since yesterday 'cause I just couldn't stand it anymore. This whole situation is confusing. Ironically, I agreed to take a walk with his mom around the neighborhood.

"Jack has been so secretive. I'm sure he's seeing a girl." Maggie walks beside me, waving at people I've seen around a few times. "Every time I've called to check in, he cut the conversation short, saying that he's going out. He's never done this before. I guess it's serious if he is seeing someone."

I scratch my arm, smiling slightly. "Maybe. Another theory is that he could be writing new music."

"Not a damn! It's a girl. I know it." She sighs as we stop in the middle of the sidewalk. "I just wish he would tell me. I'm his mother. I should know about these things."

"He's probably just waiting for the right time to tell you." I shrug and continue walking.

"Clay tells me you and Jack have become great friends. Why don't you find out who's he's seeing?"

"Maggie, I really think it's up to him to tell you if he's seeing someone and who it is. Just give him time. He'll come clean." I link arms with her.

"You're way too nice. I thought gaining you as a daughter would mean we get to gossip." She lets out a long whine.

"Trust me. That is definitely included, but I don't think it's healthy to gossip about your sons' love lives."

"I just want to know what's going on in their lives, but since it's hard to figure out, tell me what's going on in yours? I've been seeing less of you as well." She sounds very suggestive. "Made new friends?"

"Kind of, yeah. I've become close with one of my colleagues, Caeser."

"Caeser? Have you two been going on dates?" She bumps my butt.

I immediately burst out in laughter, throwing my head back. "Caeser's gay. I don't do gay."

"Oh!" She starts to laugh as well.

As Maggie and I stroll closer to our houses, the familiar sights and sounds of the street surround us. The sun begins to set, casting a warm golden glow on the houses.

I notice a familiar figure on my doorstep. It's Jack, and he looks sad. I didn't expect him to show up at my house, especially when I've been avoiding him. Maggie, who doesn't know about our relationship, is surprised to see Jack at your house instead of hers.

Ginger is also with him. She runs toward us as soon as she sees me. I immediately pick her up and hug her tightly.

As we approach Jack, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. Did he figure out why I've been so distant? Does he understand how much it means to me to have commitment? Will he understand my frustration?

Maggie, sensing the tension, looks at both of us with curiosity and concern. She may not know the full story, but she can sense that something is going on between Jack and I.

In this moment, standing face to face with Jack, I know it's time to address unspoken feelings and uncertainties. It's time to have an honest conversation and see where it leads.

"Jack! Funny seeing you here." Maggie glances between the two of us.

"Hey, Mom. I just came to talk to Logan about something." He puts his hands in his pockets, clearly stunned seeing his mother.

"I'll take Ginger then. Gives you a reason to come and visit your parents once in a while." She takes Ginger from me. "See you later. She walks across the street to her house.

Jack and I stand there in silence. Just staring at each other. It's as if we're both trying to read each other's minds.

"We should probably go talk inside." I dig in my back pocket for my keys.

"Yeah. Away from all the eyes." He stands out of the way so I can walk past him.

I take a deep breath, insert the key into the lock, and turn it, hearing the satisfying click as the door unlocks. With a hesitant push, I swing the door open and step inside, feeling a rush of emotions wash over me.

"Would you like something to drink?" I close the door, leaning against it after he's inside.

"No, thanks. I just really want to get something off my chest before it's too late." He walks around the living room, picking up random objects and observing them for a few seconds.

I head over to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. "There's actually something I've been wanting to talk to you about, too, but you can go first."

Jack's normally confident demeanor is replaced by unease. His eyes dart everywhere in the room, unable to meet mine for more than a darting moment.

"I've been wanting to ask you this a long time ago, but I never knew how to. There were loads of perfect chances to do it, but none of them were perfect enough." His eyes finally finds mine, even though it took him a little willpower. "You're the kind of girl you never see coming. It starts off simple, and then 2 months later, you're saying 'I love you'. I want to spend every night tucked up in the mystery that is your mind. I wanna wonder what you're thinking, what you want, or if I'm enough for you." He smiles brighter than he ever has before, making my put my glass down. "Some people you can read, but you're a novel written in another language. Love is never easily understood. Our love was unexpected, the kind you only read about. One second, I was flying on a plane, the next, we were falling in love. It gives me hope that the world is a good place. You give me hope that I am good. "

My heart races as Jack's words wash over me. A smile spreads across my face, feeling my own love for him grow even stronger.

"When you wrap your arms around me, I swear no one in the world has ever felt safer. When your fingers are intertwined with mine, I'm sure we can take on the world together. When I'm lying next to you, I feel magic, the kind you only find in a girl who finds humor in everything. When you kiss me, I sprout wings that take me to a place where it's just you and I. Sometimes, when you laugh, I swear it's the cure for any disease. You feel like home. No, it's better than that. You feel like where I belong, where I was always supposed to be. I wasn't looking for anyone, but you came along and made everything better. You're the kind of girl that's steals your heart and changes your life."

Every word he speaks resonates deep within my soul. I feel cherished, loved, and valued in a way I've never experienced before. His words create a sense of security and belonging, making me feel like I've found my true home. The way he describes our connection, the way he sees me, it's as if he's unlocked a whole new world of love and happiness for me. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize how lucky I am to have found someone who truly understands and appreciates her.

"I was literally fucked when you ignored my calls and texts like that. I thought something bad had happened to you. I'm stupid for almost letting you slip through my fingers. To be honest, I would've hated myself if I did. So, Logan, will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes are filled with nervousness and hope. They sparkle with anticipation, reflecting his genuine desire for a deeper connection between us. His gaze is intense yet tender, conveying his sincerity and vulnerability.

I wipe my tears and take a deep sniff. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes." He walks around the kitchen island, closer to me.

I turn around, gripping on the island just as he comes to stand in front of me. "Yes." My voice comes out more excited than I wanted it to sound.

He places his hands on both sides of mine, his brows furrowing in disbelief. "Are you sure? Do you really want this?"

"I thought you'd be jumping for joy the way you just made me cry." I lean back a little.

In a matter of seconds, he's kissing me like the world is rolling right off a cliff like he's trying to hold on and he's decided to hold on to me, like he's starving for life and love and he's never known it could ever feel so good to be close to someone. Like it's the first time he's ever felt anything but hunger and he doesn't know how to pace himself, doesn't know how to eat in small bites, doesn't know how to do anything in moderation.

His hands are around my waist, and he's breathing so hard. He hoists me up onto the counter, and my legs wrap around his waist.

I pull away, resting my forehead on his. "So, since we're dating now, what about pet names?"

"Do we really have to do that now?" He chuckles, rubbing circles on my lower back.

"We don't have to decide on any right now. I just wanted to know if it's acceptable." I run my fingers through his soft curls, twirling the ends.

"Anything that isn't common is acceptable." He pecks my lips.

"Okay. No 'baby' or 'babe'. Got it."

Jack picks me up in the position we're in and starts to walk off. Before I know it, we're out the door, walking across the street.

"Jack, what are you doing?" I look at him panicked.

"We're going to get Ginger, what else?"

"Your parents are going to freak out when they see us like this!" I try to pry his hands off me so I can get down.

He tightens his grip. "Then we're just going to have to tell them. They'll find out one way or another."

"Are you sure? We can wait."

We stop at Maggie and Brian's front door. He plants a soft kiss on my lips, reassuring me. "I'm sure."

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Valentine's Day bliss

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A/n: This one has a little less dialog.

These past few weeks, I've been going on more dates with Jack, and I have to say it's been quite a journey. It's like we've been on this rollercoaster of discovery, and I can't help but feel vulnerable with him.

I find myself eagerly looking forward to our next outing, whether it's trying out a new restaurant, going for a scenic hike, or simply enjoying each other's company over a cozy movie night. It's amazing how effortlessly we click and how comfortable I feel around him.

One of my favorite dates we went on was when he showed me around his Louisville. He took me to all these hidden gems and local spots that I never would have discovered on my own. It was like having a personal tour guide, and I loved getting to see a different side of the city through his eyes.

Another amazing date we had was a scenic train ride. The scenery was like something out of a postcard. Rolling hills, lush greenery, and charming little towns. We held hands, stealing glances at each other, as if we were the only two people in the world.

Whenever we're together, I feel this incredible sense of happiness and excitement. Jack has this way of making me feel like I'm the most important person in the world.

There's something about Jack's charm, his wit, and the way he makes me feel special that keeps drawing me closer to him. It's like we have this unspoken understanding and a shared sense of adventure that makes every moment with him feel like a new and exciting chapter in our story. I often find myself getting lost in his stories, his laughter, and the way he looks at me with those sparkling eyes.

But it's not just about the surface-level attraction and fun we have. It's also about the deeper connection we've been building. Jack is so caring and attentive. He's been there for me in ways I never expected. He's been my biggest cheerleader, supporting me in my goals and dreams. He's listened to my doubts and fears, and he's always there to remind me of my strength and worth. It's like he sees the best in me, even when I struggle to see it myself.

I can't deny the way my heart skips a beat when I'm with Jack. I find myself smiling for no reason. It's like he's become this constant presence in my life, and I can't imagine it any other way.

Today is Valentine's Day, and I really wanted to do something special for Jack. He's been going above and beyond with all these amazing dates, making me feel like the luckiest person in the world. I want to show him just how much I appreciate him and all the effort he's put into making our time together unforgettable.

Even though I told him not to do anything for Valentine's Day, he went above and beyond to surprise me.

I was still half asleep, stumbling into my living room, when I was hit with the most intoxicating scent of flowers. And there, all across the room, was the most jaw-dropping sight I had ever seen. It was a massive display of 1000 pink peonies, filling the entire space with their vibrant colors and delicate petals.

I couldn't believe my eyes! I mean, who does that? Jack, that's who. He had somehow managed to sneak into my house while I was sleeping and set up this breathtaking surprise. The sheer effort and thoughtfulness behind it melted my heart.

I immediately called Jack, half in disbelief and half in awe, to thank him for this incredible gesture. He confessed that he just couldn't resist showing me how much he cared. And boy, did he succeed!

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of emotions. Every time I walked past that sea of pink peonies, I couldn't help but smile and feel overwhelmed with love. It was a constant reminder of Jack's affection and how lucky I was to have him in my life.

I know Jack loves nature, so I decided to create a magical experience in the great outdoors. I found the perfect spot in the woods and set up a beautiful bubble tent. It's transparent, so we can see the starry sky above us as we enjoy our evening together.

Inside the tent, I made sure to create a cozy and romantic atmosphere. I laid out soft blankets, fluffy pillows and adorned the space with twinkling fairy lights. It feels like our own little private paradise.

I knew I had to cook something that would make Jack's heart skip a beat. And what better way to do that than with creamy lemon chicken pasta? It's a perfect dish that to impress him and satisfies his chicken cravings.

So here I am finishing the last few touches for the date, fussing over the blanket arrangements, making sure they's messy enough to look cozy. My focus is so intense that I don't even hear Jack approaching.

Just as I'm carefully adjusting the pillows, Jack appears at the entrance of the tent, causing me to jump in surprise. The sound of his footsteps had been masked by rustling leaves, so his unexpected presence startled me.

I let out a small yelp. Jack can't help but laugh at my reaction, his eyes full of amusement. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He comes closer and hugs me.

I sigh, chuckling and gladly embracing him, feeling the comfort of his strong arms around me. "I was just caught off guard. It's okay." I pull back, looking up at him, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too." He leans down, gently pressing his lips against my cheek.

I pull away, feeling my cheeks heat up, tugging on him to sit down with me, "Thanks again for all those flowers this morning. It really caught me by surprise. And you still haven't told me how you got into my place."

He chuckles, putting his arm around me, pulling me close, "That part wasn't easy, so I'm not gonna tell you what lengths I went through to get there." He covers our legs with one of the blankets. "Don't worry about it."

"When did you even have time for it? How did I not wake up? What am I gonna do with all those flowers when they die?"

"We'll figure that out later." He pulls a tiny box out of his jacket's pocket. "I got you something else." He holds it out to me.

"Jack, I don't want anymore gifts. One bunch of flowers would've been enough. You already overdid that part." I place my hand on the box, slightly pushing it away.

"Just open it, please. I really took my time picking these out." He looks at me pleadingly.

With a sigh, I take the box and lift the lid. My eyes widen, and my mouth hangs open as a pair of golden Dior hoops appear in front of me. These must've cost a fortune!

Immediately, I put the lid back on and shove the box back in his hand. A wave of confusion washes over his face. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"No, it's beautiful. It really is. I just can't accept that." I avoid eye contact. "Tonight was supposed to be about me doing something nice for you. Not you bombarding me with expensive gifts. And by the way, you said I should just look. I never said I was taking them."

"Logan, please. This isn't even that big of a deal. Please just take the earrings."

"I just don't want to seem like I'm only here for your money of fame." I rub my arm, slowly looking up at him.

"And I know that. 'Cause I know you." He places the box in my hands again. "I felt like I wanted to buy them for you, and I did. If I ever thought that you were using me, we wouldn't even be sitting here."

I look at the box, then at him. He really means well. "Since we're doing the gift thing, I'm going to give you yours as well." I dig behind all the pillows for the box.

"Oh, Logan, you shouldn't have." He mocks me.

I hit his shoulder as I pull the box out with my other hand. I put it on the pallet table. "I put a lot of sense it this gift. You better like it." I glare at him playfully.

"I can feel this is something good." He sits forward a little, observing it, probably thinking about what could be in there.

I feel so nervous. I've never gone this far with gifts. But Jack is very special to me. My hands are literally shaking, and my heart is beating faster than ever.

He takes the box in his hands and rips the wrapping paper. He sees the logo on the box, widening his eyes his eyes in shock. He carefully opens it, revealing a brand new silver Rolex GMT-Master II.

"And you didn't want expensive gifts." He takes it out and hugs me.

"That's not all. Flip it over."

As he turns the watch over and sees all his albums engraved on the back, his emotions overflow. "This is one of the best gifts I've ever gotten."

"Every time you write a new album, you can just add it there. Or I can."

"I think I'll leave the engraving to you." He smiles at the watch, mesmerized.

We spend the evening stargazing through the transparent walls of the bubble tent. The night sky is a breathtaking tapestry of stars, constellations, and the occasional shooting star. We point out our favorite constellations, making wishes upon those shooting stars and feeling a sense of awe and wonder at the vastness of the universe.

We end up cuddling up together, our bodies entwined, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other's presence. The soft glow of the fairylights adds a touch of romance, casting a warm and cozy ambiance.

For the past hour, Jack has been explaining basketball to me. He's like a walking encyclopedia of basketball knowledge, and his excitement is contagious.

Jack started by breaking down the basics of the game, explaining the rules, positions, and strategies. He made sure I understood everything, even patiently answering my endless questions.

Then, he dove into the rich history of the Boston Celtics, sharing stories of legendary players like Larry Bird, Bill Russell, and Paul Pierce. He described their incredible achievements, the intense rivalries, and the unforgettable moments that have made the Celtics such an iconic team.

But it wasn't just about the past for Jack. He also talked about the current Celtics roster, highlighting their talented players and their unique playing styles. He explained how the team's strong work ethic and dedication to teamwork have made them a force to be reckoned with.

Throughout his hour-long basketball lesson, Jack's enthusiasm never wavered. He used animated gestures, drew diagrams on napkins, and even pulled up highlight videos on his phone to illustrate his points. It was like having my own personal sports commentator right there with me.

The whole time, my eyes have been fixed on him with curiosity and admiration.

"Logan?"

"Yes?"

"You keep staring at me like that and..." His voice drifts off.

"And what?"

His broad chest rises and falls, as if he just took a deep, maybe even nervous, breath. "I can't be held responsible for what I might do."

In a flash, his lips are on mine. He's kissing me. Jack Harlow is kissing me. As if he had been starved for eternity. Just like a beast meant to devour me. His hard body coming against mine, desperately seeking anything I'd give him.

Our lips open, ravaging each other's mouthes, while his large palms roam down my sides. Down, down, down they go, stopping just below my waist. My hands fly to his chest, and I relish how hard it feels, how warm, how perfectly solid.

For a moment, we break apart. Just to catch our breath.

He rests his head against mine. "I like talking to you. I just didn't think I'd like kissing you even more."

"Then do it again."

His lips meet mine again and again and again, drugging me into a delirium I never want to escape. It's like swimming in molasses. It's like being dipped in gold. It's like diving into an ocean of emotion, and I'm too swept up in the current to realize I'm drowning, and nothing matters anymore.

This is the only thing that matters.

This kiss.

This moment.

These lips.

[logyisthemaincharacter]

Raindrops & romance

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A/n: I had such a busy day yesterday, so I didn't get the time to write anything. But here's the next part. I hope you're gonna love it as much as I do.

I'm standing in front of the door that splits Jack's apartment from the hallway. My heart becomes a victorious monster in my chest, thrashing to climb out. This is a date. My first date in a while. My first date with someone like Jack.

My palms start to sweat. I can't shake the nervous feeling that had been building since we made plans for this date. I want this night to be perfect, but there is also the possibility of disappointment.

As I raise my hand to knock, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I can feel the weight of anticipation building inside me as I wait for him to answer the door. What if he doesn't like the outfit I chose? What if we run out of things to talk about? What if I make a complete fool of myself?

Despite my fears, there's a surge of excitement at the thought of spending time with Jack.

As I hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door, my nerves reach a fever pitch. When Jack finally opens the door, I am met with a warm smile that instantly puts me at ease. Ginger is standing beside him, wagging her tail. In this moment, all of my worries melts away, and I get filled with a sense of relief and happiness.

There he is! Jack Harlow, wearing an apron. The sight is unexpectedly charming and endearing. I can't help but smile at the sight of him, wondering what culinary masterpiece he had been working on in the kitchen. The apron adds a touch of playfulness to his already magnetic presence, making him even more attractive.

"Hey! You're early." He swallows a lump. "I didn't think you'd be here for another 15 minutes."

I bend down to give Ginger a pat on the head, her tail wagging even more vigorously. "I thought I'd see what I could help with."

"Didn't I say that I'm cooking?" He makes way for me to come in. "That means you get to sit back and relax."

"I'll be helping you clean, though." I take my coat off with Jack's help. He hangs it up for me. "Thanks."

"You look great!" He exclamates as I turn around, giving me a side hug.

I smile, looking down at my outfit, straightening the fabric of my dress.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna check on the food." He runs off with me slowly walking behind.

As I walk around Jack's bachelor pad, I can't help but be captivated by the unique charm of his space. The walls are adorned with vibrant artwork, each piece telling its own story. The furniture has a modern yet cozy feel, with plush cushions and stylish accents. I notice a collection of vinyl records neatly displayed on a shelf, a testament to Jack's love for music. The room is filled with an inviting warmth, creating an ambiance that made me feel right at home.

While Jack is working his culinary magic in the kitchen, the delicious aroma wafts through the air, teasing my senses. I admire the sleek stainless steel appliances, evidence of his culinary prowess. The countertops are immaculate, with neatly arranged ingredients and utensils, showcasing his attention to detail.

As I explored further, I discovered little touches that reflects Jack's personality. A shelf filled with books, revealing his intellectual curiosity and love for reading. A guitar resting against the wall, hinting at his musical talents. It's clear that Jack had created a space that is not only stylish but also a reflection of his passions and interests.

The table Jack decorated for our date is absolutely stunning! He had put so much thought and effort into creating a romantic and inviting atmosphere. The centerpiece is a beautiful arrangement of fresh flowers, nearly resemblancing the ones him and Clay got me the day we met, their vibrant colors adding a touch of elegance to the table. Soft candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow that makes the whole setting feel cozy and intimate. The table is set with delicate china and sparkling glassware, making it clear that Jack had a keen eye for detail. It's as if he had transformed his bachelor pad into a magical dining experience just for the two of us.

With each step, I feel a growing connection to Jack, as if his space is an extension of his vibrant personality. It's a joy to witness him in his element, putting together a meal with skill and confidence.

As I make my way back to the kitchen, my admiration for Jack only deepens. I'm excited to sit down at the table, surrounded by the ambiance of his bachelor pad, and savor the delicious meal he had prepared with such care and attention.

I place my hands on the countertop, watching him intently as he sways across the kitchen, "You really put effort into this."

"I wanted to impress you." His cheeks turn a light shade of red. "And besides, you deserve it after the long week you had to resist at work. How was it, by the way? You didn't text me much about it."

"It was a hell of an adjustment. And scary, too." I sit down on one of the bar stools. "Like, this time I can't screw anything up. I can't make mistakes. A real-life company is depending on me for their financial situation."

"But you're doing great so far, right?" He takes the pot off the stove and places it on the wooden board in front of me.

"I haven't been called in for any bad work or received any warnings. I think I'm doing alright." I watch as he places a different pot on the same wooden board. "Should I get something to drink while you take those out?"

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks. I'll wait for you." He takes the food out to the beautifully decorated table.

I walk over to Jack's fridge and open it up, searching for something refreshing to drink. Among the array of options, I spot a bottle of freshly squeezed juice. I grab it, feeling the coolness of the glass against my hand, and make my way to the dining room where Jack is waiting for me.

"No wine?" He furrows his brows, but his face quickly shifts in realization. "Shit! I forgot to buy some for you. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I think it's going that I'm going non-alcoholic with you. You're a good influence on me." I give him a playful wink.

With a suave and confident demeanor, Jack smoothly pulls out the chair for me. It's like something straight out of a romantic movie! He holds the chair steady, ensuring it's in the perfect position for me to sit comfortably. The small act makes me feel like a queen, like he is truly invested in making our dinner together a special occasion.

After gracefully pulling out the chair for me, Jack quickly moves to take his own seat. He tops both our glasses with juice, the freshness hitting my nostrils.

"I squeezed it this morning. It's pomegranate."

Jack dishes up the meal for both of us. I simply just sit and watch with hunger.

"Beef and broccoli stew." He states proudly. "I hope you like it."

Jack and I engage in lively conversation, our words flowing effortlessly between bites of the delicious food. The atmosphere is cozy and intimate, with the soft lighting casting a warm glow over our faces. We savor each bite, delighting in the flavors and textures of the meal.

The beef is so tender and juicy, cooked to perfection. And the broccoli adds a nice pop of green and a satisfying crunch to the dish. The stew itself has a rich and flavorful sauce that coats the beef and veggies, making every spoonful a burst of deliciousness. And of course, he made sure to scoop a hearty helping of fluffy rice on the side, creating the perfect balance of flavors.

"Would you like to move in with me?" I ask as I pop the last piece of broccoli in my mouth.

"Woah! It's only the first date. No need for such big steps yet." He chuckles and takes the dirty dishes back to the kitchen.

"But you can cook! Who wouldn't want to come home to this?" I slump behind him with the pots. "I can't believe girls run away from you."

"They run away 'cause I don't let them in." Grabbing the empty pots, he loads the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

We venture out of the apartment for the next part of the date. The city lights twinkles in the distance as we make our way through the bustling streets. The moon cast a soft glow, illuminating our path as we walk, with me holding onto his arm. The park is bathed in a serene darkness, with only the dim glow of lampposts guiding our way. The air is cool, adding a sense of tranquility to our surroundings. They walk along the winding pathways, enjoying the peacefulness of the night. There's a tiny food truck ahead so we stop to by some hot drinks. We pause at a quiet spot, sitting down on a park bench, and look up at the night sky.

"Tonight was great." I grip onto the cup tightly. "Thank you for making it so special."

"The pleasure is mine." Jack looks at me for a few seconds, smiling. "I enjoyed your company."

"Does that mean we're doing this again?" I look at him hopefully.

"Definitely." He pauses, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm not missing spending time with you."

My face is practically burning at this moment, and my stomach is swirling with butterflies, "Jack, I feel the same way."

Our eyes meet, and in this moment, a spark ignites between Jack and I. We share a glance filled with warmth and affection. It's as if time stands still for a brief second, and there's a magnetic pull drawing us closer to each other. In each other's gaze, there is excitement and potential of what our time together could become. It's a silent understanding, a silent promise that we are both fully invested in this budding connection.

We snuggle close together. The air is crisp, and our breaths are visible as we engage in deep conversation, our words floating in the night air like puffs of steam. The park is quiet, only the distant sound of laughter and people talking audible. We share stories, dreams, and aspirations. Our laughter mingles with the sound of the rustling leaves that are still on the trees.

As we engage in heartfelt conversation, the sky above us begins to darken, and the first few raindrops fall. We exchange amused glances and quickly scramble to find shelter, laughing as we navigate our way through the raindrops. I can feel the dampness seeping through my clothes, but the thrill of the moment overweighs any discomfort.

Just as we find a small overhang to take cover under, Jack grabs my hand, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Wait up, Logan," he says, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's not hide from the rain."

I raise my eyebrows, caught off guard by his suggestion. "Seriously?" I ask, my voice clearly filled with hesitation.

Jack's enthusiasm is infectious, and he pulls me closer, our hands still intertwined. "Absolutely! Come on! It'll be fun. I promise. The worst that could happen is that you get a cold afterward."

Taking a deep breath, I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I look into Jack's eyes, seeing the genuine joy and adventure in his gaze. With a smile, I nod, my heart pounding. "Alright, let's do it!"

We step out from under the overhang, our laughter blending with the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. I can feel the cool rain on my face, the droplets creating a symphony of sensations. Jack twirls me around, our movements fluid and carefree, as if we're the only two people in the world. In this moment, all worries and doubts fade away, replaced by the exhilaration and freedom of dancing in the rain with someone I'm starting to care about.

"Who knew dancing in the rain could be so fun?" Jack exclaims.

I chuckle, my heart racing. "I guess Mother Nature decided to be our DJ tonight," I reply, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

Jack twirls me around, his hand firmly holding mine. "Well, she's got great taste in music," he says, flashing me a charismatic smile.

We move together, our bodies swaying and our laughter contagious. The raindrops fall around us, creating a shimmering curtain of liquid diamonds. It's as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of us in this enchanting moment.

"You've got some killer dance moves!" Jack teases, his eyes sparkling with delight.

I playfully nudge him. "Oh please, Jack, you're the one stealing the show with those smooth moves of yours," I retort, a playful grin spreading across my face.

We dance on, our steps becoming more daring and our laughter growing louder. The rain washes away any inhibitions, leaving us free to be ourselves, unapologetically.

"Logan, I've got to say, this is the most unique date I've ever been on," Jack confesses, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

I lean in closer, the raindrops mingling with the smile on my lips. "I knew from the start that everything between us would be surprising," I whisper, my heart swelling with affection.

As the rain continues to shower us with its blessings, we dance on, creating memories that would forever be etched in our hearts. I know that dancing in the rain with Jack is more than just a date. It's a celebration.

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The dating series

The night we met

Shopping sprees & sweet treats

Raindrops & romance

Valentine's Day bliss

Popping the question

The one where Jack & Urban turn 30

Daddy's home

First time

(Stay tuned for the rest of the series)

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Shopping sprees & sweet treats

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A/n: I'll be trying to post daily until the fic is done. Spent all morning writing this. I hope y'all enjoy it.

As I hop into Jack's car, Jack's dog excitedly wags her tail, clearly thrilled to be joining the outing. The car is filled with a mix of anticipation and happiness, as we set off on our mission to stock up on goodies for the day.

"You brought your dog with us today." I motion to the tiny dog in the backseat. "Where was she last night?"

"Oh, Ginger! I left her with Urban. Didn't wanna risk the fact that you might be scared of dogs."

"Not at all! I love dogs." I lean back to pet Ginger, which she warmly accepts.

The streets are still waking up, with a few early birds out and about. The cool morning breeze brushes against my face as Jack expertly maneuvers through the quiet roads. The gentle hum of the engine provides a soothing soundtrack to our journey.

Ginger sits in the backseat, her tail wagging furiously as she peers out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the world passing by. Her infectious energy fills the car, bringing an extra dose of joy to the ride.

As we drive along, the sun begins to rise, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink. The soft morning light streams through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything. It's like being in a magical bubble, just me, Jack, Ginger, and the open road.

The car ride is filled with laughter, as Jack and I share stories, jokes, and maybe even a few impromptu sing-alongs. Ginger occasionally chimes in with her adorable doggy noises, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

When we arrive at the grocery store, Ginger's excitement reaches peak levels. Her tail wags so vigorously that it seems like she might take flight! Jack parks the car, and we all step out, ready to conquer the aisles.

Jack grabs a cart moving ahead of Ginger and I. I grab a cart of my own and pick Ginger up, putting her in the small part at the top along with my bag. She makes herself comfortable and closes her eyes.

"Seems like all the excitement tired her out." I run my hand over her fur as she drifts off to sleep.

Jack chuckles and walks deeper into the store. I follow him down one of the aisles, admiring the view from behind.

His tall stature and well-defined muscles give him a confident presence that's hard to resist. It's like he's a work of art, a perfect combination of strength and grace. Just the thought of being close to him, feeling his strong embrace, sends shivers down my spine.

He has this intense focus that's hard to miss. He moves through the aisles with purpose, carefully selecting each item on his list. It's like he's in his own little world, fully immersed in the task at hand. I can see the determination in his eyes as he compares prices, reads labels, and makes thoughtful choices. He's not one to rush or make hasty decisions. Jack takes his time, making sure he gets exactly what he needs. It's impressive to witness his dedication and attention to detail, even in something as simple as grocery shopping, while I just follow him, grabbing random things that look good.

Our last stop is at the fruits and vegetables. This time, I actually pay to everything I select, "You know, I did my shopping yesterday."

"So you woke up unnecessarily early to accompany me?"

"I just thought it would be nice outing. It's not really that fun to shop alone." I add a tray of strawberries to the cart.

"Then what are you buying since you've bought all your groceries yesterday?" He furrows his brows, weighing a bunch of carrots.

"Extra snacks, unnecessary foods I haven't tried yet, more ice cream."

He stops in his tracks and looks at me with wide eyes, "Hold on, you eat ice cream in the winter?"

"Haven't you heard? Ice cream is way better in the winter." I giggle and turn around, continuing my search for the best blueberries. "It also helps to make your heart immune to any emotions."

Jack's reaction is priceless! His face lights up with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and intrigue. He raises an eyebrow and gives me this playful smirk, like he's trying to figure out if I'm joking or being serious.

After a while, he actually decides to play along, "Wait, for real? Ice cream is the secret to emotional invincibility? Sign me up! After all these years, I thought it was a lie."

"No way, Jack! You're in on the secret, too? Ice cream as the ultimate emotion shield? This is insane!" I burst out in laughter, satisfied that he's entertained by my silly theory.

The handful of people around give us curious looks, wondering what's got us so entertained. But hey, who can resist a good laugh, especially this early in the morning? I'm smiling from ear to ear, appreciating his wit and comedic timing.

He takes a peek in my cart and glances up at me, coming up with an idea, "How about when I drop you off at home, we can test it out together?"

"I was just about to ask, but you beat me to it."

"Are you really sure, though?" He smiles hesitantly. "Isn't it too cold?"

"Jack, you'll love it! And if you don't, there's plenty of hot chocolate at my place."

"You can be glad I like you, or else I wouldn't even have thought this through."

"Ooh, you like me." I tease him, parking my cart beside him.

"I shouldn't have made that public, should I?"

"Nope! You'll hear about it forever." A grin spreads across my face as we start walking toward checkout.

If only he knew how much I like him. It's not just his music that has me hooked. There's something about him that draws me in on a deeper level. I find myself liking Jack for who he is as a person and the way he makes me feel in his presence. I can't quite explain the connection, but I know it's something worth exploring. I just hope he's willing to explore it with me.

"Jack?" I look down at the furry, orange ball in my cart.

"Hmm?" He turns his head to me, listening intently.

"She's not gonna be cranky when I pick her up, right?" I push the cart to the first open checkout point I see, still keeping my eyes on the small dog. "I think it's better if you handle her. She barely knows me, and I don't want to ruin our relationship already."

He lets out a chuckle, "Let's pay first before we think of sorting that out."

"It's actually not that bad. It's just hella cold," Jack puts the empty bowl down on the coffee table.

I grin victoriously, grabbing the empty bowls, getting up to go to the kitchen, "You just have to get used to it. I'd be glad to know that I'm the cause of your new habit."

I switch the kettle on and grab 2 mugs.

"Clay and I stalked you last night. You're quite an influencer, aren't you?" I can hear the humor in his voice.

"At least I try to be." I shrug, leaning against the counter. "Wait, how did you even find me on social media?"

"Mom babbled about it over the phone the other day. Said you mentioned it briefly."

"If you wanted to get dirt on me, you could've just asked. I'm sure I can provide more information about my life than the internet." I fold my arms, smiling curiously.

Part of me is flattered that he took the time to check out my posts and pictures. It makes me wonder what caught his attention and made him want to know more about me. But at the same time, I can't help but feel a little bit invaded, you know? Like, why would they go through all that trouble?

I guess it's a fine line between curiosity and privacy. I mean, we all share bits and pieces of our lives online, but it's different when someone actually admits to looking through it all. Especially you're celebrity crush. This definitely sparks a lot of questions in my mind. Overall, I'm still trying to process Jack's revelation.

"I must say, your TikTok account was the most enjoyable." He leans his head back on the couch.

"Oh no!" I cover my face in embarrassment. "Tell me you didn't watch everything."

"Oh, we sure did. I even liked a few. I had no idea you were such a big Jack Harlow fan."

My cheeks heat up, "Well, yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"It's okay, really. At least you haven't asked for a picture or went full on fangirl."

"At first, I thought I was gonna freak out, but you're really comfortable to talk with."

When the water is done boiling, I fill the mugs with rich, creamy hot chocolate and add a generous dollop of whipped cream on top. I sprinkle some chocolate shavings for that extra touch of indulgence. The aroma of the warm chocolate fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation.

Carrying the mugs back to where Jack is, I find him sitting on the floor, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

He looks up at me with a mischievous grin and says, "I thought it would be fun to have a little picnic right here on the floor." I can't help but laugh at his adorable idea. So, I join him on the floor, and we turn it into a cozy little spot.

I place the mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table, "I'm glad you don't think I'm crazy."

"Like I said earlier, I like you." He nudges my arm. "And would I be sitting here trying your crazy ice cream suggestion if I thought you were crazy?"

"I guess not." I fidget with my hands. "You don't seem to be in a hurry, though. I mean, aren't your friends coming over later? You have to get your place ready."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're chasing me away."

"No, I'm not chasing you away at all. I'm just wondering."

As we both take a moment to enjoy the creamy goodness of the hot chocolate, I can't help but feel a sense of comfort and relaxation. The mugs are nestled in our hands, radiating warmth, and the sweet aroma of chocolate fills the air.

"You're not seeing someone, right?" His voice is filled with nervousness as he looks into my eyes, hoping for a positive response.

With a smile on my face, I take a sip of my hot chocolate, savoring the rich, velvety taste. All I do is shake my head.

"Okay. Do you have plans for next Friday?"

"Not that I know of, no." I try to hide my smile, knowing where he's getting at.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me." He puts his mug down and scratches the back of his neck.

As I set my mug down, I meet Jack's gaze. I appreciate his honesty and the courage it took for him to ask me out. Even though I'm the last person I thought he'd ever want to date. "I wasn't expecting that, but I'd love to go out with you, Jack. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking we could have dinner at my place. I'd like to try out some new stuff. After dinner, we could take a stroll through the park." He licks his lips.

My anticipation starts to grow, "That sounds like an amazing idea."

I can't help but smile as I think about the possibility of spending time with Jack and getting to know him on a deeper level. It's a thrilling feeling to have someone express interest in me, especially someone as charming, attractive, and famous as Jack.

But along with the excitement, there's also a hint of nervousness. I want everything to go well, and I hope that we'll have a great romantic connection. It's natural to feel a bit anxious when stepping into the unknown, but I'm determined to embrace the experience with an open heart.

I find myself daydreaming about the dinner and what he plans to cook. The thought of taking a leisurely stroll through the park afterward, hand in hand, fills me with even more warmth.

I can't wait to see where this date takes us.

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To some it might be weird the whole uncle aunty thing but in my culture we call people aunty…(their name) and uncle…(their name) like it’s a respect thing yk but most people don’t so that’s why it’s probably weird, you’re doing amazing btw😁

Thanks so much🥰 Be on the lookout for more

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It don’t make sense for the reader to refer to jack’s parents as aunt and uncle 😭 makes it seem like Logan is a cousin or something which is weird I couldn’t even finish reading

Hey, I'm glad you brought that up. I've done research on it since I'm not American and learn as I go. I'm definitely editing that NOW!🤭 Thank you for your help. Love ya!!!🫂🩷

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The night we met

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A/N: The main character is 22, and Jack is 29 in this. This fic is part of a series, so prepare yourselves for the rest of it.

My heart races as I walk across the street. I already feel at home in Louisville. Maggie and Brian are kind enough to open their home to me. But having dinner with them is quite nerve-wracking.

I moved to Louisville just a week ago after I got a job as a marketing manager at Churchill Downs. I finished my degree just last year, and I'm so stoked to have my first official job in the career I want.

I met Maggie the other day when I moved in. How shocking is it that I live across my celebrity crush's parents? She was kind enough to help me unpack my things and show me around town.

All I'm hoping for is that tonight will run smoothly.

I close the umbrella when I get to the front porch and ring the doorbell. Maggie opens the door almost immediately. She looks like she's been quite busy in the kitchen.

She pulls me into her embrace, "Hi, honey! It's so lovely to see you again!"

"Hi! It's great to be here," I give her a light squeeze.

She pulls away and moves out of the doorway, "Come on in. You can hang your things up."

I walk inside and do as she says, "Thank you. Your house smells divine."

She closes the door behind us and heads to the kitchen, "Oh, those are just the breadrolls. I made soup with it. Hope you don't mind."

I follow her and place the plastic container on the counter, "Not at all. The only thing you can eat in this weather is soup."

She smiles and glances at the container while taking the rolls out of the oven, "Do you mind telling me what's in there?"

I move around the counter to help her, "It's just a few cookies and brownies I put together quickly."

"You know it's very unusual for someone your age to make something from scratch." She hands me the bowl with rolls and heads over to the soup. I walk to the dining table and place it somewhere in the middle.

"Cooking is alright, but I absolutely love baking! A little treat is always nice to have."

"My kitchen is free if you want to bake something." She passes me a few bowls to place.

"I have a feeling anything I bake here has to stay here as well."

As I'm standing there I take a look around the house. There are lots of pictures hung up against the walls. Lots of memories captured. The decor and the furniture are minimalistic yet cozy. It feels like home. I peek at the baby pictures of Jack and his younger brother, a smile naturally creeping on my face at the happy faces of the two boys.

The back door opens, revealing a chubby middle-aged man. That must be Brian.

"The water shoot is empty now! It was just a bunch of leaves blocking the way," He yells as he's kicking the dirt off on the rug.

"That's good, honey. Logan is here already. We're just waiting for the boys." Maggie comes out of the kitchen, placing the soup on the table as well.

Brian looks up at me and smiles slightly. He takes his rain coat off, slinging it over his arm, and walks over to me.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Logan."

"The same goes to you." I go in for a hug.

He is totally caught off guard, freezing up immediately. I pull away, smiling embarrassingly, "I'm sorry. I should've asked."

"Oh, don't be silly. I'm glad you feel comfortable," He pats my back as he walks past me.

I head back to the kitchen to see if Maggie needs more help. I stand there nervously, spending a good amount of seconds staring at her.

"So, the boys are coming?" I tap my fingers on the counter behind me.

"Oh, yes! Sorry I didn't mention it before." She hands me a few spoons.

"No, it's fine. A little heads up beforehand just would've been nice."

My heart thumps against my chest, and a big lump in my throat grows. At this moment, I don't know what to do. My celebrity crush will be here in a while, and there's no escaping it. Maybe it's not too late to play the 'I'm sick' card.

The front door opens, and my body instantly tenses up. They're here. They're really here! I finish setting up the dining table, acting as if I don't notice them.

"Mom, we're here!" Clay's voice echoes through the house.

"Hi, sweety. Look at your beard!" Maggie rushes out to her youngest son, inspecting and kissing him.

I take a deep breath and scoop up the courage to go over and meet the guys.

Maggie practically drags Clay over to me, "Clay, this is Logan. She moved in across the street. Logan, this is Clay, my youngest son."

"Hi! It's nice to meet you." I go in for a hug, this time less eager.

His body tenses up a little, but he hugs back, "Nice to meet you too."

"I see you get this thing from your dad. Flinching when random people hug them." I chuckle as I pull away.

"You just caught me off guard, and usually, random girls don't just go ahead and hug me." He smiles and walks into the dining room.

Good. The easy part is over. Now for the hurricane.

Just then, Jack walks in. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and inhale deeply. He seems taller in person. I probably misplaced the height of his head against the wall all these years.

He shows off his toothy million dollar smile, "Hey! Mom mentioned we'd be having a guest."

"Uhm, yeah. Hi. I'm Logan. Just moved in across the street." I cut my sentences short, afraid of choking.

Instead of me going in for a hug, he pulls me in his embrace. I snake my arms around his neck, hiding my face in his chest. He gives me a gentle squeeze, resting his hand on my lower back.

He pulls back after a few seconds, but his hand doesn't leave my back, and he holds out a mixed bunch of pastel flowers, "These are from Clay and I. Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thanks so much. You guys really didn't have to do this." I smile and smell the flowers.

His mother comes over taking the flowers from me and kisses Jack on his cheek, "I'll put these in water for you. And when did you boys become so kind?"

Clay just shrugs, and Jack chuckles. They greet their father as he enters the room, and I sit down nearest to the head. The guys talk for a bit before Maggie sits down.

She sits on Brian's other side next to Clay, leaving the seat next to me empty. I start to fidget with my fingers under the table. I give Aunt Maggie a panicking look. She smiles at me cheekily.

Jack moves away from the sideboard and sits down next to me. We all join hands and close our eyes. My heart feels as if it's about to jump out of my chest at the feeling of Jack holding my hand.

Before my thoughts can run wild, Maggie starts praying, "Father, thank you for joining us all around the table tonight. Thank you for bringing our boys home safely, and thank you for sending Logan to us. Bless this food and nourish our bodies, hearts, and souls. In Jesus' Name, we pray, Amen."

As soon as the Amens echo through the room, the men start digging into the food. Maggie stares at them in disbelief.

"Boys! We have a guest. Show some manners."

"Shit, sorry." Jack pulls himself away from the rolls.

I chuckle and shake my head, "It's okay. You must be really hungry so go ahead."

"Thank you! Finally, we have someone who understands." Clay sits back in his chair.

A long silence fills the room as everyone dishes up. A mix of excitement and nervousness fills me. I can't help but wonder what everyone thinks of me, especially Jack. I hope I made a good impression. Deep down, I'm grateful for Maggie's warm invitation, but I can't shake off the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Jack is the one to break the silence, "Mom tells me you're from Columbus."

"Yeah, it's basically next door. I wanted to move states, but I also wanted to stay close to my dad. Kentucky was one of the best picks." I reply somewhat shyly.

"I assume you're very family-oriented," He looks at me straight in the eyes, his blue orbs piercing through my soul. What a sight!

I dip one of the rolls in the soup, smiling at his question, "It's always just been my dad and I. My mom left us when I was 4 or 5. My dad is literally my hero. He raised me all by himself," I let out a deep breath. He really went the extra mile for me, "So, to answer your question, yes, I am very family-oriented. And please don't feel sorry for me."

Maggie takes hold of my hand across the table, "Honey, that's beautiful. I'm just shocked you turned out so girly after only being raised by a man."

I immediately burst out in laughter, "I kind of had a tomboyish faze between 4th- and 6th grade."

"Well, who would've thought?" Clay shakes his head in disbelief.

"I think I should head back home before the rain gets too much." I lift myself off of the couch, rubbing my hands against my sweatpants.

"You can't leave so soon. We've just started watching the movie." Jack complains, looking at me with a pleading expression.

Why does he have to make it so hard for me? It's like I'm drawn to his irresistible charm, like I can't tear myself away from this man.

My heart races as I grapple with the desire to stay. I did enjoy his company tonight. He's not one of those self-centered celebrities who only want attention on themselves. He was interested in getting to know me, as boring as that sounds.

"I really have to get home. Maybe I'll stay longer another time."

He stares at me intensely. As if he's thinking. A smile spreads across his face as he gets up, standing right in front of me.

"Only if I can walk you home," He goes to get his coat.

"Your mother is probably gonna wonder where you are to ask you how the movie with me went, so it's better if you stay here while I go home."

"Clay is here. He can fill her in. Now come along." He waits for me at the door.

I look at Clay, who is sprawled out on one of the couches, eyes focused on the TV. His eyes move towards me as soon as he notices that I'm looking at him, "I'm sure Mom's snoring by now, but I'll give her the agenda in case she comes down. Bye, Logan."

I sigh and roll my eyes, finally giving in, "Bye, Clay. I'll see you around."

I drag my feet towards the door, grabbing my coat and umbrella. Jack is smiling cheekily. I swear he's probably one of those people who gets what he wants. He opens the door, waiting for me to go out first. At least chivalry never dies.

The smell of raindrops fills the air. The whole walk across the street is silent, but it's as if the raindrops are providing a soothing soundtrack as we just enjoy each other's company. No need for words, just a peaceful connection in the midst of the rain.

We finally arrive at my front door, and I turn to face him, "Tell your mom thanks again for inviting me over tonight. It was nice meeting you all."

He closes the umbrella and rests on hand in his pocket, "I'll make sure to tell her. And it was nice finally meeting you too. Didn't expect you to be so stubborn at first, but you're kinda cool."

"I've always been kinda cool. So, I'll see you around?" I ask a little bit hopeful.

"Yeah, sure. See you." He smiles and gives me my umbrella, walking back down the steps. I smile to myself and unlock the door.

As I'm about to go in Jack calls me, "Logan?"

I turn around and look at him, "Yeah?"

"I'm going to the mall early tomorrow morning to get some groceries. My friends and I are watching a basketball game at my place tomorrow afternoon. Do you mind coming with me? I mean, you probably haven't gotten time to get some food this week, and I was wond-"

"I'd love to," I cut into his sentence. "I'll see you at 8 then."

"See you at 8."