Eloise
To say she's been starved had apparently been an understatement. Jack's hands, rough as they were, still ignited goosebumps along her flesh and without any sort of permission or encouragement, she leaned forward against him without any of the many reservations she ought to have had.
As he pulled away, something like shame now colouring her cheeks as he asked her a question she didn't understand in the least, Eloise huffed out a breath to try and hide how breathless he'd made her. "What did I...you fucking kissed me." She said, meeting his gaze accusatorily. "Jack." Shoving his shoulder roughly with her hand (in part just to fucking feel him again much as she hated to admit it), as get his attention back.
As he pulled away, something like shame now colouring her cheeks as he asked her a question she didn't understand in the least, Eloise huffed out a breath to try and hide how breathless he'd made her. "What did I...you fucking kissed me." She said, meeting his gaze accusatorily. "Jack." Shoving his shoulder roughly with her hand (in part just to fucking feel him again much as she hated to admit it), as get his attention back.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
