Jack was always secretive about his relationships, never letting on that he had any. He preferred to keep his affairs under wraps, not keen on sharing his private life with the rest of the gang. He had warned you over and over, insisting that no one could know that the two of you were an item, and you had respected his wishes, keeping your relationship hidden like a guilty secret.

But right now, as you and Jack were tucked away behind a tree, your bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, neither of you noticed the figure approaching until it was almost too late. The sound of a loud, angry voice cut through the air, jolting you both out of your amorous daze. "Jack Marston!" Abigail, Jack's mother screeched, her voice laced with anger and disbelief.