Who knew that love could come so randomly?

You watched Jackie waltz around the kitchen in your shirt of all things.

It looked almost too small on her; her muscles poked out of the sleeves and the bottom rode up to her hips.

Still, it was the most jaw dropping sight you had ever seen.

It was so domestic, so natural, you waited for someone to pop out of the closet yelling “it’s a prank!”.

But it never happened; this was real.

“You hungry?” Jackie asks, finally spotting you leaning against the door frame and staring at her.

All you could do was nod, entering the kitchen fully and towards her like you were on a string.

Your mind was in a daze, your eyes glazed over with a sense of warmth you couldn’t quite put a name to.

She was already so close yet you reached out to her like she was millions of miles away.

You wanted to touch her, to just hold her.

Before you knew it, your arms were wrapped around her waist and your body pressed against her back.

It was an odd feeling as your chest filled with longing; it was something you weren’t used to but didn’t push away.