Romantic Jack And Sally Wallpaper Novels & Stories

“Keely, my love, that wasn’t how it went down at all. We had been working hard all day. But when I looked at you, the golden glow of the late afternoon sun shining on your hair and face, I didn’t care you were dusty and dirty. I didn’t care you were sweeping up mouse droppings. All I saw was the most beautiful woman in the world. I knew right then I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Keely blinked at him. Repeatedly. Shit. Was she blinking back tears? “Jack definitely wins as the most romantic version.” He broke eye contact with Keely to smile at Henry’s wife. “See? It’s all about perception.” Keely set her left hand flat

I followed her as she guided me to my room. I took the time to appreciate the beauty. The place was decorated with passion and I knew it had to be a woman’s touch. It must have been the late wife. I thought as I looked at the luxurious yet cozy place. The walls were lined with pictures of the children and a few other people. Some had pictures of Adrian and a beautiful woman by his side and in those pictures, you could see how happy he was. “Oh, so he does know how to smile,” I whispered, but Sally heard it.

With one look at my Rolex, I saw that it was almost eight and I cursed under my breath. “Sandy's going to fucking kill me if I keep her waiting,” I said and rushed out of the room. Π•Π I got to her house and without knocking, I walked in, finding her friend and roommate in the living room, painting on a canvas. She was always painting each time I came over, which was impressive. “Hey, Gina,” I said as I walked to the stairs. “Whatcha painting?” “Something boring,” she replied. “Nice. If you've got any new art pieces, could you send some pictures to me? I could use another painting in my house,” I said with a wink and she gave me thumbs up. “Is she upstairs?”

My heart skipped. There was a plate of thick, fluffy pancakes, golden brown, stacked high with a side of crispy bacon and scrambled eggs. Next to it was a tall glass of orange juice and a small cup of steaming black coffee. A tiny note rested beside a gorgeous bouquet of lilies—white, with hints of blush pink. The whole room smelled like spring. “Woooow,” I breathed, blushing. “He’s so romantic.” And that was when Jake stepped out of the bathroom. He had a towel around his waist. Another one in his hand, drying his hair. Water still dripped from his chest to those goddamn abs. Tight—sharp and perfect like they were shaped by someone who knew exactly what temptation was.

There was a look on his face—focused, calm, determined. And beautiful. God, he looked beautiful. Not in the way she’d once thought of boys as beautiful. Not clean-cut or perfect. But steady. Safe. Hers. Her eyes burned unexpectedly, and she wiped at them before stepping into the room. “You’ve been at it for hours,” she said softly. Johnny looked up, surprised, then smiled. “You ever seen what’s under that wallpaper? Looks like someone let a drunk raccoon do interior design in the seventies.” She laughed quietly, wrapping her arms around herself.

she blurted and took a sip of the drink. Jackie’s living room was different from theirs. His house has a glint of modern roman style interior. A huge chandelier was hung on the top middle part of the ceiling with warm yellow lights on its corner to light up the entire room. The long sofas are in white to gray tones with navy blue throw pillows on its backrest. A white, rectangular coffee table was at the gap between them, larger than the usual coffee table she sees in most houses she visited, but the best highlight other than the expensive chandelier was a version of Fresco Wall.

Embarrassed, I retrieved my eyes from the tall man and looked at Jack who 2ad now staring at his father as his little soprano voice echoed in the room. “We will talk about that,” The tall man chimed in as he turned to the door as the maids bowed at him. “Follow me.” His order was enough for the two ladies to follow him behind leaving Jack and I in the room. “Put me down, now, I want to show you something.” Jack blurted out, causing me to put him down and he immediately ran to his huge coloured wardrobe painted with different cartoons like spongebob, ricco etcetera. “Oh,” Unable to stop him, I walked to his sizable bed and slammed my body on it as I wanted for him to return.

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

Jack said to Harry. Jack scooped me up, " What are you doing? " I was astonished. " Ain't you my wife? " He whispered. " I am. " I said. " I let you walk. Now let me carry you in our bedroom," he said. Both hands were busy picking me. I got the door. Everything was mostly white, walls, couch, curtains, bedsheets. The front wall was dark red. There were two Pictures were hanging on it. Jack was with his family in the one picture and the second was with me on our wedding day.

“Don’t fall, Jack. I need my fiancé in one piece.” “No promises,” he said, grinning down at her, his hands dusty from the drywall. They picked a warm beige for the living room, a color that felt like home, and Elle sketched a layout for a couch and bookshelves, dreaming of quiet nights reading together. Jack watched her, his chest tight, still amazed she’d said yes, that she was his.