It was the last day of the season you'd be able to wash clothes outside, so you went ahead and decided to take advantage. You were hanging up your church dress when a hand came around you. You slapped the hand, accidentally stabbing it with your nails.

"Ow!" Jackson whinned, pulling his hand back. "You have claws! What was that for?"

You secured your dress and turned to Jackson. You pointed to the dress. "My church dress. No touching."

Jackson rolled his eyes and smirked. You shook your head and knelt down to the scrub tub to begin another item of clothing. Jackson grabbed one of your father's shirts from the clothes pile and handed it to you. You smiled at him before beginning to work on it.

Jackson plopped down onto the ground next to you, crossing his legs and dropping his staff onto the ground. You mentally rolled your eyes. He almost never went anywhere without his staff.

"Hey Jackson!"

You both turned to see a bunch of girls passing by on the road. Jackson smiled and waved to them. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and turned back to your father's shirt. You hoped Jackson knew that most girls only wanted him for his father's money. You felt weight on your shoulder and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jackson leaning against you, resting his cheek on your shoulder. You smiled and lifted a wet hand, patting his exposed cheek.

"Hey!" he gasped, wiping the soapy water from his face. "No touching the face."

"Whatever," you giggled, continuing your work.

You sat like this for a long time. Jackson would hang up cleaned clothes and hand you the next to clean. Thanks to him, you finished about 2 hours earlier than you normally would. Jackson sighed in relief, picking his staff up and twirling it around. He gave you his infamous smirk and wrapped his free arm around your waist.

"Hands off, before my father sees you," you giggled, removing his arm.

You picked up the basket the clothes had been in and carried it inside, Jackson following right behind you.

"Jackson!" MN smiled as you two came into the house. "How are you today?"

"I'm fine, ma'am," Jackson smiled, acting like the innocent angel he led your mother to believe he was. You just shook your head and smiled, taking the basket to the back of the house where the bedrooms were. "You look lovely today."

"Quit flirting, Jackson," you joked as you came back into the room. "She's married."

"Oh, you leave this boy alone," MN waved to you. "He's being a gentlemen."

You rolled your eyes and sat next to Jackson at the table. "Yeah, he's a pure gentlemen."

As you two talked with your mother, you noticed Jackson was staring at you alot. It didn't make you uncomfortable; he did that all the time. You noticed his hand moving towards you and watched him cautiously as he gently took your hand into his. His smile became bigger when you didn't pull away.

Later, you two went out for a walk near the woods. Again, Jackson held your hand and he had the biggest smile on his face. We were sure you'd never seen him this happy before. You passed some of the village girls your guys' age and they glared at you.

After a while, Jackson chuckled and playfully pushed you into a tree, leaning his weight onto you so you couldn't escape. You narrowed your eyes as him suspiciously.

"Jackson Overland Frost," you warned him. His eyes got big. He knew you were either very serious or very angry when you said his full name. "Get off me."

He smirked. "No."

He leaned his face closer to you, and you tried moving back, but you were already squished against the tree as far as you could go. Then it was your turn to smirk.

"I'll scream."

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You wouldn't."

"Try me," you chuckled.

He watched your lips and the second they parted, he slammed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you from the tree. He kissed you for a couple more seconds before pulling away and smirking.

"Come on, beautiful," he smiled, pulling away from you entirely. "We gotta get you home."

As he walked ahead, only one thought ran through your head.

Does he love me?