Jamie was stupid, utterly and absolutely stupid.
Cause tell him why he ends up in bed immediately after his reconciliation with Jett.
The same Jett that was currently kissing the life out of him at the moment. Jamie broke apart for a moment and took a deep breath.
Jamie's lungs burned, but the air felt little to the weight of Jett above him. Every time he tried to catch his breath, Jett was there to steal it again, his mouth frantic and demanding, as if he were trying to memorize Jamie's taste to make up for every second they'd spent apart.
"Wait." Jamie gasped, his back hitting the mattress as Jett crowded into his space. His hands, which was trembling hard, found purchase in Jett's hair, tugging slightly.
Jett groaned lowly in his throat. "Fuck, I love it when you do that." he murmured and claimed his lips again.
