The thrum of alcohol scorched her throat, the liquid a smooth burn that her taste buds couldn't decide if they liked or not.
But as the crystal clear liquid was slid at her in the form of another shot glass, Kaitlyn noted that the room was a bit warmer than she recalled. The glossy hue on her cheeks reflected back at her from the adjacent mirror on the wall.
She felt giddy. Nerves alive as her leg bounced happily against the booth she resided in.
"We should do this more often." She giggled out, her hands reaching out to steal a scoop of goopey cheese off his plate.
Jackson snickered, his own lime green shot glass being pressed against his lips as he gave her a smirk. "See, I told you that you should live a little."
The crunch of the chip all but made her moan as the cheese, for some reason, tasted way better than earlier. It was if everything was just a little more satisfying. And as her g
"Jackson! Is this where you ran off to hide?"Kaitlyn watched, perplexed, as the girl with bouncy chocolate locks all but skipped over to Jackson. The brunette’s small hands falling on his shoulders as she wrapped around him in a hug. The atmosphere was intimate, a closeness that Kaitlyn couldn't quite place.Taking a small sip of water, Kaitlyn ignored the weirdest hint of irritation she felt at the close contact between them.Her lashes narrowing as she noted that Jackson sure was chummy with women.It was a weird feeling, one she hadn't been expecting.Frowning, she set down her water bottle with a small thud.“Jeez, it’s been way too long. I’ve missed my other half.”Kaitlyn didn't have time to reflect on her words, surprised when those wide eyes went her way instead. The blonde from earlier followed her, his smile significantly more tense than the woman’s. But maybe it was just her im
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. Between the conversations, the drinks, and the dancing; All Kaitlyn knew was that she felt more alive than she had in years. The dynamic of Jackson with his friends, so special and intriguing, that Kaitlyn felt like she had just opened a secret treasure, only for her eyes to see. The way he talked to them, so open and gentle. It reminded her of how it had been when Joshua still hung around her and Randy. The open teasing, the love that just was always there… She didn’t know Jackson could have something so… similar, if not better. Hannah and Spencer, those two seemed like they’d die for him. Joshua, her and Randy had been the same, the three of them inseparable. Well, until Randy became obsessed with his work… Joshua had all but vanished too. Pink lips pulled between her teeth, and Kaitlyn’s red hair became entangled around her fingers. She wondered if maybe she could befriend Jackson’s friends too. She
Chapter 12: The Aftermath She knew they needed to talk about it. And as her leg bounced with nerves, she found herself unable to leave her room. Anxious and full of trepidation as she stared ahead of her at her innocent bedroom door. It was the bedroom door she had shared with Randy for so long, that the events from last night almost made her sick to her stomach. Jackson's breath on her ear, the way he had tangled his fingers in her locks. It was like a tender secret. And it broke her heart. "How could I have let anyone... get so close to me." Kaitlyn's face fell into her hands as she sank onto her bed. Hating how her skin felt hot to the touch on her palms. While she hadn't technically done anything, it was close enough to make her feel like she betrayed Randy. The thought of him even holding another woman the way she let Jackson
There was an awkward silence that permeated about the house. The walls listening, the carpets unmoving as Kaitlyn sat herself gently on the couch. The tension was enough to give her goosebumps, and as she watched Randy lean against the wall across from her--she felt all the more anxious. "All right, Randy. I'm listening. What did you want to talk about?" The house was silent at Jackson's departure. Randy had insisted that Jackson leave the house for a few hours while they discussed whatever was so important. The worry that had fallen away at his smile was back tenfold. Multitudes of scenarios rushing at her mind as she tried to pinpoint Randy's intentions. Would Randy want to call off their engagement? She had always secretly hoped that day would never come, but right now, she wasn't so sure it hadn't. She'd loved him since she was a young child, chasing after his vibrant and loving personality i
Stifling. Annoying. Painful. Those were all words that haunted the house around them. And Jackson could only watch, lashes narrowed as the couple crumbled in front of him. This wasn't what he signed up for. "Hey, I'm home." Kaitlyn greeted as she walked in through the door. Her classic heels stepping in at 6 on the dot--like she always did on the days she worked. But today, it just annoyed him. Jackson turned away, not bothering to greet her verbally. Instead, he merely lifted a hand and waved at her, waiting for her to walk on by like she did every other day this week. That night at the club, it felt like a bad joke. At least, it had ever since Randy came home. The status quo back in effect as sadness washed over the house like an obnxious rain cloud. Kaitlyn resembled a broken doll these
'I will be.' The words were a candle, and Jackson was determined to light the flame. Because even if it wasn't with him, the man found himself determined to make it happen. Come hell or high water, Kaitlyn would be happy. He'd make sure of it. And that's exactly how he ended up where he was, elbows leaned precariously on a desk as he eyed the pretty receptionist. "Hey, I'm here for Randy Folts. Do you mind letting me up to see him, dollface?" Jackson leaned against the counter of the lobby more securely, staring down at the good-looking, college-aged secretary. She was cute, eyeing him back without even a hint of subtlety. It was very different than the flustered looks Kaitlyn gave him, the perky brunette in front of him oozing nothing but confidence. She was adorning a tight blouse that showcased her cleavage and from what he could tell, she was wearing a pair of professional dress pants that hugged her t
"Would you really do anything for me?"The softness of her giggle left nothing to the imagination.Hearing enough, Jackson all but busted into the door--stepping in with a loud cough as hurried in to take in the scene before him.To his surprise, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.Two pairs of shocked eyes meeting his as he stood there awkwardly.Randy's office held a pristine metal desk, a comfy neutral colored couch across from a large windowpane. The window overlooked the bustling streets below, but surprisingly it was quiet. Most likely filtered for noise from the outside.It looked neat and professional, aside the pictures that were placed all over the walls and along the edge of his desk. It was a touch of personal belongings that made Randy seem that much more personable.It probably helped him get on with his patients."Sup, Randy
Kaitlyn couldn't help but notice that Jackson had been acting strange.Quiet, a little withdrawn.His usual snarky smiles missing its bite as he seemed to leave the house more and more frequently.It felt like a prick in her side.Their fight in the kitchen lingering in her mind. She wondered if his bad mood had been her fault.But more importantly....She found that she missed him terribly.She missed the night he randomly dragged her away, she missed his laugh, his company.It actually surprised her just how much his absence hurt her.It almost physically hurt sometimes, when she walked into the living room to bug him ( waiting for her chance to apologize to him ) only to discover a little Jackson sized dent on the couch. But the raven nowhere to be found.It was like that every morning this week.