Elena lay in Jack's arms, her body still trembling from waves of sensation she'd never experienced before. Seventeen years and she'd never known her body could respond like this.
"I didn't know..." she whispered against his chest, tears streaming down her face. "I thought something was wrong with me. That I was broken somehow."
Jack's fingers traced gentle patterns on her bare shoulder. "You're not broken, Elena You just needed someone who actually cared about making you feel good."
She tilted her head up, meeting Jack's intense gaze. The hunger was still there, burning between them like a live wire. Without thinking, she pressed her lips to his.
This kiss was different from their control, less desperate, more exploratory. Like they had all the time in the world to discover each other. Jacks hands mapped the curves of her body with reverent attention, and Elena felt herself melting into him again.
"Again?" she breathed against his mouth.
"As many times as you want," he murmured back.
The second time was slower, more intimate. Elena let herself get lost in the sensations, in the way Jack whispered her name like a prayer. She'd forgotten what it felt like to be wanted, truly wanted, by someone who put her pleasure first.
Hours blurred together in a haze of soft touches and whispered confessions. Elena told him things she'd never told anyone...her loneliness, her fears, her dreams she'd buried under years of responsibility.Jack listened, really listened, his hands never stopping their gentle exploration of her skin.
When exhaustion finally claimed them, they fell asleep tangled in each others arms, Elena's head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Jack woke up disoriented.His head spinning his brain screaming wildly in his head about the amazing feeling,he had just experienced.He looked at Elena,naked her curves drawing him infinitely closer again,his dick instantly rising.
"Ohhh,not again Jack,I am so tired.You can't continue,pls stop!You are gonna rip me apart"Elena moaned tiredly.
Jack turned her around again,positioning himself again for another long,intense round.He rubbed his dick lazily at the entrance of her pussy ready to dive in again but that was before he accidentally glanced at the wall clock on the wall.
The room was soaked in shadows and silence, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside, creeping through the curtains like a ghost. Jack lay there, motionless, his breathing shallow as Elena's soft exhale brushed against his shoulder. Her hair was sprawled across the pillow, glinting faintly with the golden hue of the bedside lamp that had been left on at its dimmest setting.
She looked peaceful — beautiful, even — in that moment. Her arm rested across his chest like she was trying to hold the night still, to trap him beside her a little longer. But Jack's eyes weren't closed. They darted once toward the wall clock hanging across the room, its slow tick slicing through the quiet like a whisper.
3:00 a.m.
The second hand twitched forward, and Jack's chest tightened.
He stared at the ceiling for a long, still moment. Then, with a slow, deliberate breath, he eased her arm off him and sat up. The bedsheet rustled softly too loud, he thought and he froze, eyes flicking to Elena.
She stirred, muttering something incoherent, then turned on her side. Her breathing deepened again. Asleep.
Jack waited a few seconds longer, then exhaled quietly.
He swung his legs off the bed and reached for his clothes scattered across the floor. The room smelled faintly of her soft perfume, the lingering warmth of skin and heat. He tried not to think too much about it as he pulled on his shirt and pants, buttoning them in the dark with practiced precision.
His jacket was hanging on a chair near the dresser. As he reached for it, his eyes caught a few framed pictures on top of the dresser ; snapshots of Elena smiling beside friends, one of her holding a small cat, another of her on some seaside pier with the wind in her hair. He paused for a second, taking in the pieces of her life ; simple, ordinary things that made her seem more human than anyone else he'd met lately.
He looked at her reflection in the mirror , asleep, half-buried in the sheets and for a fleeting second, guilt brushed against the edges of his mind.
Then he shut it down.
"Feelings don't mix with what I do," he muttered under his breath.
Jack slid into his jacket, picked up his boots, and crept toward the door. The wooden floor creaked once ,a soft, traitorous sound and he froze again.
Behind him, Elena shifted.
"Jack…?" she murmured sleepily, voice slurred and soft.
Jack's heart jumped into his throat.
He stayed still, pretending to adjust his boot, eyes closed, waiting for her to wake. But after a tense few seconds, her breathing settled again into that same steady rhythm. She'd fallen back asleep.
He let out a silent breath of relief and opened the door carefully, just wide enough to slip through. The hallway was dimly lit, pale yellow lights flickering from the ceiling. He walked barefoot at first, boots in hand, until he reached the stairwell.
As he stepped onto the landing, a voice startled him.
"Hey."
Jack turned sharply.
At the corner of the hallway, leaning against a doorframe, was a kid maybe thirteen messy hair, oversized shirt, and the bored look of someone who'd seen too much city nightlife.
The boy squinted at him, then grinned. "Can't believe you can't smoke in your own apartment," he said, voice low and mischievous. "Really sucks, right? Anyway, wanna go grab a beer?"
Jack blinked at him, completely thrown off. Then he laughed quietly, genuinely for the first time that night.
"Hey, kid," he said, sliding his boots on and zipping his jacket. "You're way past your bedtime. I don't want your parents laying into me because you were talking to strangers."
The kid rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, man."
Jack gave him a half-smile and started down the stairs.Laughing maniacally as he broke into a run.
Behind him, he heard the boy mumble to himself, "I really have to stop talking to strangers."
Jack's quiet laughter echoed softly down the stairwell.
When he pushed open the exit door, the cold air hit him immediately , sharp and clean. The street was empty, washed in blue from the flickering neon signs and the pale moonlight overhead. The city felt different at this hour. The noise was gone, replaced by the hum of distant power lines and the rustle of the wind brushing against the glass of tall buildings.
He stood there for a while, just staring at it all , the empty sidewalks, the silent traffic lights, the quiet beauty of a city that only ever slept in fragments.
He started walking.
The pavement glistened faintly under the streetlights, still wet from the drizzle that had passed earlier. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and let his mind drift, thinking about nothing and everything. He didn't care about Layla. Not anymore. He wasn't running from her. He was just… moving. Going wherever his feet wanted to go.
The city unfolded around him like a dream , streets he didn't recognize, signs flickering with broken letters, the faint sound of laughter spilling from faraway corners. He walked past alleys, vendors closing up late-night stalls, and two drunken men arguing about a sports match that had ended hours ago.
After some time, the distant thump of bass reached his ears , faint at first, then clearer as he turned a corner.
A club.
The sign above the door read "Eclipse Lounge." The name glowed in purple neon, half the letters flickering. From inside, the rhythm of low music pulsed , not loud, but steady, inviting.
Jack stared at the door for a long second, his reflection glinting faintly in the glass. His hand brushed the small piece of paper Elena had pressed into his palm the night before. He didn't pull it out.
"Why not," he said to himself with a faint smirk. "Let's see where this road goes."
He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The dim light and faint scent of smoke greeted him immediately, followed by the deep, warm rhythm of music that wrapped around his thoughts like a slow pulse. The door closed behind him with a soft click, cutting off the quiet world outside.
And just like that .
Jack vanished once more into the night.