Oh, really, Jack? He had to write some more? Well, I guess this is his story to. I should let him join in.

Well, after that heated kissing session we started to be an official couple. Jack seemed to enjoy kissing most of all. Many nights we'd lay on my bed, one of us on top of the other while we just kissed. Soon, Jack would rub himself against me, and I would get excited. But, I wasn't ready for THAT yet. I kept putting it off, though I knew Jack really did want me in that way.

Making out and rubbing led to touching. And then it got to the point that making out usually meant we were both naked. Our bodies touching, but no going all the way. Kisses in other areas of our bodies were common place, but, I still put it off.

I'm nervous, what can I say? I got mad at him for a while over something stupid he did, and I still get upset about it. But, we're getting past it. Yes, we have done it. Several times now.

But, sex isn't all that I love about Jack. Though, it is a plus.

Jack makes me smile. He might do stupid things. And, he might be jealous as can be. But, I love him. I love waking up next to him. I love kissing him. I love the way we talk. We can talk about anything. I can spill my guts to him and he'll just love me even more.

In the end, am I sorry I ever saw Jack Frost? Do I regret waving at him and having him stalk me?

I don't regret any of it. He's part of my life as much as Toothless is. Without those two, I'd be lost. I know Jack is dreading the day I die. He says so all the time. I don't think he wants to accept the fact that I can't grow old with him. I can't spend eternity as I am now with him.

But, as for me ... I'm happy with the time we do have together. I'm happy for what we talk about, what we do. I'm happy to have him close to me, holding me as I fall asleep.

I'm happy he's mine. And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world.