Jackson's hand stills in my hair, and I feel his breathing pick up. I don't give him an opportunity to respond, digging myself an even deeper whole. "It's just that we've never really spoken about it. We go on dates, we sneak around, we flirt, we... do bits. But I have no idea what I am to you. I like you, like a lot actually, and I was just wondering what we are doing. Like are we headed anywhere? Or is this just some kind of fling for you... because I'm not sure if I-" my words are cut off by Jackson's lips against mine, and instantly I'm melting into his kiss, easily distracted from digging my grave. When we pull apart, he leans his forehead against mine and we stay like that, just sinking each other in. "Baby, you're an adorable drunk." he smiles. I go to say something, but he places a
