this was it. Your heart was racing, though your unsure if it’s because of the possibility of death or the way jacks has tangled his hand in your hair and his other around the back of your neck. This was the moment you’ve thought about endlessly, day in, day out. You were going to kiss jacks. Your only hope was that you would be able to live to revel in the feeling of his lips on yours. After many arguments you had managed to push him to risk your life.

“I swear if this kills you-“ he started, not being able to finish his sentence. You shook your head and leaned up tangling your hand in his shirt. He cursed under his breath and quickly pressed his lips against yours. It was short and full of fear and sacrifice and love.

He pulled back and quickly searched your face as you checked to make sure you could still breathe and feel and think. After a moment your breath hitched as you both realised nothing happened. He breathed heavily and pulled you back in for another kiss, except this time there was no fear, just searing passion and longing.