You're not sure when the tension between you and Jack started to build. You could especially feel in quiet moments like this one, sitting in the back of his old van.

You look at him, eyes softening as you catch hin staring. He smiles lazily in response, turning his body to face you as he reaches up to wipe away a spare graham cracker crumb on the corner of your lips.

"You got any idea what you're doin' to me?" He murmurs. His words are soft, but there's a hungry fire in his gaze.