I turned around and stormed up the driveway, cold tears held back, working hard against myself to conceal and not feel my stirring emotions.

It's fine, I told myself, let him have her, but he can't have us both.

"Elsa, wait," he ran after me, "let me explain. It wasn't my fault."

I turned around, "I don't know what you're talking about," I said sternly.

"Elsa—"

I turned around again and walked up the walkway to the front door. I put my hand on the doorknob when I was forcibly turned around and pushed up against the door.

I slowly and hesitantly brought my blue eyes up to meet his. He had me pinned gently but firmly against the cold wood and he was extremely close to me. I tried to keep a neutral facial expression as I examined his handsome face. His ice blue eyes were wide and passionate. I felt as if I could see right through him. His white hair was messier than usual and features looked lined with hurt. We stood there in an awkward silence until he finally spoke:

"I didn't kiss her, she kissed me," he whispered, looking down.

I steadied my voice. I couldn't play dumb, not with him. "You didn't stop her."

"I was confused! And why would I run after you if I didn't care?"

I raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "you could be playing both of us. Maybe you like the attention of two girls fighting over you."

He shook his head, "C'mon, Elsa, you know me better than that."

"Do I?" I asked.

He grabbed my wrist and moved my arm above my head, leaning in closer, his expression very serious.

"I'd like to think so," he whispered.

"I think you're a player," I whispered back.

"I call it experience," he leaned closer.

"Is that what it is?" I taunted.

"Something like that."

"Jack," he was really close and I could smell his cologne mixed with sunscreen, sweat, and smoke from the bonfire.

"You know I'm not playing you."

"Are you sure about that?" I challenged him again and as I did he closed the insanely small gap between us and our lips made contact.

They were just as soft as the few nights before and my breath was again swept out of me. The stern face I worked so hard to hold for so long broke itself as I couldn't resist but to kiss him back. I was starting to get cold but the warmth from his body took the edge off as I pulled him closer to me and we began to get tangled in each other. This time there was no one to interrupt us. Our only witness was the full moon in the sky offering us its beautiful silver light.

We broke away to catch our breath, but our bodies moved no further apart.

He cupped my cheeks in his hands, "I'm sorry, Elsa, for everything, but I can't lie to you. Please don't ever leave. I'm so glad I met you. It sounds dumb, but I'm just so happy that I get to at least know you as a person."

Before I could respond he kissed me again, flushing a pale pink as a sign of embarrassment. Jack wasn't one to really express how he was feeling (neither was I), and this sudden flow of affection was unexpected. I couldn't help but feel myself get wrapped up in it.

I placed my cold hands on the back of his neck and he grabbed my hair with his, pulling me in closer and tangling up my braid. His other hand moved up the back of my sweater, clutching the top of my back and moving my chest toward his. He then moved his hands down to my thighs and picked me up so that I was straddling him against the door.

A small shift of my weight and I was scared for my life. I hastily grabbed the doorknob for stability, making my situation even worse as the door opened inward and we both headed for the ground. I closed my eyes and dug my nails into Jack, clutching him tightly and bracing myself for the pain of the hard title below. When I felt myself stopped in midair I opened an eye slowly. Jack was leaning over me, having caught us with one of his hands, the other tight underneath my back.

He gently lowered me down onto the floor, which was cold against my pale skin.

"I got you, don't worry," he smirked at me.

"Sorry," I felt stupid for causing out fall but was grateful all the days he spent at the gym paid off.

"Stop apologizing," he laughed. Looking down at me he moved a loose strand of pale blonde hair from my face, "you're so beautiful."

I looked into his grey eyes and smiled as I felt myself blush, "so are you!" I blurted out, realizing how dumb it sounded I blushed further.

He laughed and kissed me again and we lost ourselves in each other. He crept his hand up my sweater and I let him. I wanted him to. My body and hearted both yearned for him.

"Elsa," he broke apart from me and we were breathing heavily, "I'm sorry, but do you want to?"

My eyes widened and I became extremely nervous, "do you want to?"

He breathed a laugh and looked down toward himself. He was visibly excited.

"Yeah, of course I do, but if you don't then I get it. I wont push you into anything you don't want to do."

"I know," I said, "can we just go to a room or something? Whether we do it or not, I'd prefer not to be so out in the open."

"Of course," he picked me up in cradle position in one swift motion and walked us into an empty bedroom (seriously, how many guestrooms did this place have?). The room was nice, with its simple furnishings and large window flooding in the moonlight. We were able to see ourselves clearly without need of a lamp, which made me feel somewhat self-conscious, but it was better than real light. The soft light complimented my features, I thought, and as we settled onto the queen sized bed more clothing came off.

I was cold, as always, but he made me feel warm in a strange way. My bra was removed and I suddenly became anxious. I crossed my arms over my chest. He noticed and gently pulled them back.

"It's okay, Elsa," he smiled at me and kissed my collarbone, "you look amazing."

"Sorry," I whispered and tried to relax.

"There is one thing I don't like, however," he ran his hand up my thigh until he reached my hip, gently brushing his fingers against a healing cut and causing my skin to sting with pain.