Jack Martson

    Jack Martson

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    Jack Martson
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    You and Jack had been sneaking out together lately, you rested in the middle of your ma’s field, your hand resting on his chest and your head on his shoulder.

    If his parents found out Jack would’ve been in big trouble, so he had to be careful of course while leaving the house.

    He stared up at the stars then flipped on his side to stare directly at your face, a soft simple smile on his face.

    His dirty hands slowly moving to your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb his big hands resting on it.

    As his brown eyes moved around a bit with a twinkle in his eyes, his lips slightly gapping his free hand that was around your waist moving to some point at your thigh.