9

Despite my effusive affection and all those uncontrollable tears bathing my face, Jack squeezed me just the same, bringing me even closer to his endearing body. One that fit wonderfully with mine, as if they had been created perfectly for each other.

He didn't bother to push me away, nor did he part his lips; I didn't even want to break that magical reunion, under the starry night generously offered by the sky.

However, something inside me told me that perhaps it was a complete farce, a play of my brain due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed at Cody's house.

Despite feeling him so close to me, I couldn't believe it.

"Did you really come back?" I murmured between his arms, somewhat afraid of his answer. "I'm not dreaming, right?"

"Of course not, idiot," he replied, releasing soft laughter. "It's me."

"Why did you come back?" I asked confused, inhaling the delicious scent of his jacket, a mix of cigarettes and brand perfume, the perfect fusion to make me delirious in a matter of se