Jack Marston
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The lake had frozen over and you really wanted to go out on it. Jack, However, wasn’t as eager. He worried the ice might break and you would get hurt.
Eventually, you did convince him to step onto the ice, and upon trying to take a step he immediately slipped and fell on his butt.
You started to laugh, as did he.
He watched you as you waited for him to get up, the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes glittered in the light.