Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within this story. All rights and much respect go to Crown Media, Hallmark, Brian Bird, Michael Landon, Jr., the actors, creators, and writers of the show "When Calls the Heart." Any real people or places noted in the chapter are just there for storyline purposes.
Note: Major Steam Alert…Jack and Elizabeth are still on their honeymoon, so if you shy away from steam, move along as this may not be what you are looking for…
Chapter 31- You Rock My World
"Jack…Jack; wake up…" she called out doing her best to waken him. "Jack, come on, do you know what time it is?"
"Mmm, I don't really care. I'm not ready to put clothes on and leave this bed," he whispered, his eyes refusing to open.
He reached out for her; even with his eyes closed he could sense where she was. He pulled her back down onto the bed, disappointed by the feeling of silk between his skin and hers.
Jack's fingers released the belt on her robe as his hand slipped under the silky material, and he could feel her body melt under his touch.
"Do you ever get tired?" she teased. Looking into his eyes, it was the first time she'd seen them open in hours.
"I'm making up for lost time," he snickered as his arm pressed against her naked back pulled her closer to him.
His other hand behind her head brought her lips to his. They were hot and soft, and he had no doubt that he could live the rest of his days in bed with her, his beautiful wife.
"Jack, not that I'm not enjoying this, because believe me, I am, but aren't we supposed to be out of here today and on our way to San Francisco?"
"We're taking a private jet and all I have to do is give the pilot an hour's notice. The hotel room is paid through tomorrow, so we're good," he explained as he pulled her body against his.
"But Jack, it's almost 4pm; we apparently slept the day away," she advised.
He stretched; "Mmm, we didn't sleep the whole time," he teased; the joy in his voice expressed his complete satisfaction.
"No, we certainly didn't…" she softly giggled as her smile brightened the room and made his heart beat just a bit faster.
"Well then, I'm in no hurry to leave, are you?" he asked.
"No; I'm with you, so I'm happy anywhere," she giggled as her hand swept through his hair and cradled the back of his head. "I love you so much, Jack."
His eyes met hers. No words were spoken; at that point, none were needed. He rolled her back on the bed; his eyes never drifting from hers.
As her head hit the pillow, her eyes closed in anticipation of his touch. His lips first met her forehead; it was sweet, and tender. Then he kissed her cheeks with a peck to the nose in between before his lips met hers. It was familiar, hot and sensuous. Her soft moans stirred him, as the passion with each subsequent kiss quickly grew in intensity.
Jack was like a kid in a candy store. He was hungry, but the only thing he wanted was Elizabeth. He wanted to touch, taste and feel everything about her, realizing after last night, their first truly intimate night together, that he had never felt so complete, so satisfied, so loved.
He slipped her robe over her shoulders, as his lips met the soft skin on her neck, trailing down along her collarbone and over her shoulder. His left hand cupped her right breast as the touch of his thumb and finger on her nipple quickly brought it to attention.
His hands gently moved across her body as her soft sighs expressed, without words, her true pleasure. He drew her firmly toward him; his lips captured hers. The kiss was slow and deliberate as his tongue slipped through her lips and gently ran across the soft, tender skin on the inside of her mouth.
Elizabeth found his arms to be strong, and his lips to be soft, as each part of his body that touched hers brought about even more feelings of excitement and pleasure.
He whispered her name and the soft warmth of his voice further melted her. Her skin tingled as his fingers traced up her leg, resting along her hip.
She had to admit to herself that the more she felt his touch, the more she needed him; the more she wanted him; the more she wanted everything that his body was doing to hers.
Her knees instinctively bent as his body slipped between them. His hands on her hips held her body in place as he slowly entered her. He could only assume that her body was more accustomed to the action as he did not observe her wince as he did on their wedding night.
Their initially slow rhythm found her body rising eagerly to meet his. As he drew her more closely against his body, his mouth pressed firmly down upon hers. It felt as though fire was burning though them; much like a summer rain hitting the hot asphalt causing the steam to rise.
Her hands rested on his back as she felt his taut, rippled muscles straining with passion. He did his best to maintain control over the desires he knew that he was quickly losing control over as both his rhythm and breathing became more rapid.
Although they were feeling to feeling, emotion to emotion, skin to skin, neither one felt as though they were close enough. If able to unzip their bodies and pull the other one inside it would have already been done.
Each stroke of her tongue along his neck and chest sent shivers over his shoulders and across his abdomen, causing him to tighten around her. Their connection was fiery, passionate and hungry as a bolt of heat seared right through them.
Jack rolled over, lying beside her as he pulled her gently up onto his chest. She listened as his heart, first beating out of control, calmed as did his breathing. His hand moved up and down her back as his fingers traced designs in her skin.
Her arms crossed on his chest as her chin rested on her linked hands. He opened his eyes and caught her beautiful smile, "I take from your expression that I did good?" he laughed softly.
"Until now I never really understood what my friends meant when they said 'he rocked my world.' My dear husband, I now understand, and you have truly rocked my world," slightly embarrassed by the thought she buried her head in his chest and giggled.
His hand on either side of her face lifted her head until her eyes met his, "Mrs. Thornton, you rocked my world the first time I met you."
She edged up his body, but before her lips met his he softly asked, "What made you give me a chance?"
She moved over beside him, and bending her elbow, she rested her head in her hand, "Every time I told myself that you were just like the rest, you did something, or said something that told me you weren't."
With her fingers she swept several sweat dampened locks of his hair from his forehead. "We had only met and you were worried enough about me to push the issue of meeting me in the parking lot and making certain that I got back to my car safely." As her eyes watered she continued, "I fought you tooth and nail; I didn't want to get close, but the more I pushed you away, the more you pressed harder, showing me that it was okay; that my feelings were safe with you."
He brushed several tears away, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to dampen the mood."
"You didn't. I just want you to know that I love you. I was in love with you before I allowed myself to feel it, and I will love you for the rest of my life," she whispered as her lips met his. It was warm and soft as she again rested her head back on his chest.
He reached for the sheet and pulled it over the lower half of their bodies while his fingers continued to dance lightly on her back.
A short while later Elizabeth slid out from his hold, slipped into her robe and walked over to the balcony.
Jack woke, stretched and reached for her. Finding the bed empty, he opened his eyes and softly called out, "Hey, I thought we were staying in bed forever."
"As wonderful as that sounds, I don't think it's very plausible, do you?" she asked before turning back to look out at the water.
Jack got out of bed, slipped into his trousers and walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close as his lips pressed against her ear, "You are so beautiful."
She leaned into his body, "You're prejudice…"
"I'm in love."
"Well Jack, that's definitely something that we have in common." She looked out at the couples walking hand in hand along the beach. "Jack, let's go for a walk. It's hard to believe…look, people are out in the water. It's way too cold for that on the east coast."
They walked back inside to change and outside they went. Holding hands they walked along the wood plank walkway toward the boardwalk. Stepping down onto the sand they continued down the beach.
Several blocks down, they came upon a palm tree growing out onto the water. Attached to a limb was a tire swing. Elizabeth walked out into the shallow water, and as an east coast girl, she found the water to be so much warmer for this time of year than what she was used to.
She climbed on the swing; laughing while Jack gave her a push, he sent her swinging out over the calm water as the sun set on the horizon.
Surprisingly still dry, she carefully climbed off the swing as they continued down the beach. Seeing a shell that caught her eye, Elizabeth headed toward the water to retrieve it as Jack pulled out his cell phone to capture the moment. The setting sun cast a beautiful glow on the water as she walked toward the waves rushing against the shore.
Returning to Jack with her shell in hand, their palms kissed as he wrapped her in his arms and with the sun setting in the horizon, his lips met hers.
"If you keep kissing me like that, we'll never make it to dinner."
"There's always room service," he teased.
"But I have a beautiful dress that I want to wear for you tonight."
"Then I guess we should get back so you can dazzle me. Although Mrs. Thornton, in your shorts and tank top, I'm already dazzled…" he reminded her as he took her hand and they walked back toward the hotel; went upstairs and changed for dinner at 1Pico, located in the lobby.
She stepped out wearing a V-neck, navy blue maxi dress with crocheted lace elegantly gracing the fitted bodice. The sleeves were sheer lace as the open back and banded, fitted waist sat above a sweeping full length skirt.
Jack stood up from the bed and approached her, "Mrs. Thornton, every time you enter a room, you give me butterflies. You are so beautiful, but…"
"But what?" she asked.
"I think you're missing something," he advised as he observed her glance at herself in the full length mirror. Seeing nothing wrong she looked back at Jack, "I don't see anything that I'm missing."
He walked over to the dresser and grabbed a long, slender velvet box that had until that moment gone unnoticed. He handed it to her, "Open it…"
Inside, she found a while gold heart shaped pendant on a chain, with a separate gold heart, lying in the middle of the larger one. The golden heart had engraved "Forever & Always" and attached to the bale were their birthstones. The larger white gold heart had engraved "Jack…Elizabeth" with a diamond set in between their names.
Jack stepped behind her as the pendant lay perfectly just above the beginning of her modest cleavage and he hooked the clasp, resting it against her neck.
With his hand on her upper arm, he turned her around to face him, "Now it's perfect…"
He took her hand and they left the room headed for dinner.
They were seated on the patio with a beautiful view of the Santa Monica pier in the distance.
Elizabeth ordered pan roasted day boat scallops with baby artichokes, lemon, garlic and capers, while Jack decided on a 14 oz. New York strip steak served with rosemary fingerling potatoes and a green salad.
A bottle of champagne was brought to the table along with a plate of pumpernickel bread and honey butter. The waiter poured the champagne before disappearing in the back to check on their food.
Jack held up his glass, "Here is to marriage to the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure and privilege to know. You made my life perfect when you said 'I do.' I love you Elizabeth."
Their glasses clinked together and they each took a sip. The waiter brought their meals, placing the seafood in front of Elizabeth and Jack's meal, which Elizabeth teased was equivalent to a side of beef, was placed on the table before him.
"Are you hungry?" she teased.
"I've been working hard. I need to build up my energy," he coyly responded.
"You most definitely have, and I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you how very much I have appreciated it," she giggled
"Maybe when we get back to the room…"
She quickly teased, "Don't get me wrong; I'm certainly not complaining, but are you really the Eveready Bunny?"
"I'm seriously trying to make up for lost time. I won't apologize; I can't get enough of you."
"I don't want you to apologize; besides it could be the other way around and you not wanting to have anything to do with me," she snickered as he reached over and took her hand.
"Don't even tease about something like that," he stated as he glanced around the restaurant. "The truth is, I could make love to you right here, right now," he laughed internally at the look of shock that covered her face.
"Jack Thornton…"
"Okay, maybe I'm teasing about that one, but that certainly would be a real ice breaker for us coming into the Dodgers' organization, don't you think?"
"That certainly would be…wait, what do you mean, maybe?"
Jack smiled, arched his eyebrows, and brought her hand up to his lips, "I love you, Mrs. Thornton."
"I love you too…"
Dinner conversation returned to normal with Elizabeth gushing over the plans Jack put in place for their wedding; the lengths he went to in making it a memorable occasion, and how appreciative she was for everything he had managed to accomplish. It moved on to Jack apologizing for almost ruining their wedding night, a situation that she reminded him was quickly remedied.
He placed his hand on top of hers, "I hope this has been everything you've ever dreamed of."
"Jack, from the wedding to the wedding night and well, the day after too has far surpassed my wildest dreams. You are a remarkable man, and I hope you know how much I love you."
He brought her hand up to his lips, "I'd do anything for you."
Suddenly a group of waiters and waitresses walked over with a chef specialty, Salted Caramel Sundae, and sat it on the table.
Elizabeth looked up, "Thank you but we didn't order that."
"Yes ma'am, we know," their waiter advised. "It has come to our attention that you two are newlyweds, and we just wanted to bring something to you to celebrate…congratulations!"
Jack shook the waiters hand, "Thank you very much; it looks delicious."
Following dessert, Jack took Elizabeth's hand and they walked toward the elevator.
"Look at that; you know how much I love that," Elizabeth stated as she glanced at a notice someone had left on the wall. "It's interesting that they advertise that."
"I assume that's what we're going to be doing tonight," Jack stated with a smile. He pulled her closer to his body as the elevator door opened and they stepped inside, taking the ride up to their floor with no stops in between.
They walked into their room with Elizabeth being a few steps ahead of him. He reached out and took her hand, turning her around to face him. He said nothing; actually his lips said everything that was needed.
As they separated, he spoke, "You go change and I'll be waiting for you."
"Are you sure?" she hesitantly asked.
"Will it make you happy?"
She said nothing but simply shook her head up and down.
"Then change and I'll be waiting for you," he stated as he watched her walk away.
She slipped into the bathroom; having forgotten her bag, she was doing her best to find something to slip on.
Hanging on the back of the bathroom door she found a pair of Jack's sweatpants and she slipped them on. Although too large for her slender frame, she pulled the pants up and tied the string tightly around her waist. Seeing his Star Wars t-shirt, she quickly threw that on. Looking in the full length mirror what she saw did not exude sexuality… "Hmm, not your usual honeymoon attire."
He sat on the edge of the bed staring at the bathroom door wondering what she'd be wearing when she stepped back outside. Then he thought about their plans for the night, and he was well aware that as far as he was concerned, it made no difference what she wore. He released a soft laugh and shook his head, "Thornton, no matter what she wears you can be assured that it will be too sexy for you," he whispered under his breath.
Jack heard a knock on the door, "Room service…"
Opening the door the waiter rolled a cart into the room, "Enjoy your evening."
"We plan to; thank you," Jack responded; he handed the waiter a very generous tip as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
He pulled back the bedding and slipped under the covers. Hearing the door open, his eyes left the view of the Santa Monica Pier through the French doors on the balcony and glanced toward the bathroom.
"You're dead Thornton," he thought to himself as she approached the bed wearing his clothes. "Why are you wearing that? I mean, you look amazing, but…"
"Well, I was looking for something that wasn't…you know…"
"Sexy…? You've failed," he laughed as he pulled back the bedding and patted the side of the bed.
Elizabeth smiled as she slipped under the covers beside him.
"What's that?" she asked as she glanced over as the room service cart.
"We've been quite active. We need sustenance." he responded as his arm around her shoulders pulled her close. "Are you ready?" he asked.
She glanced up and quickly pressed her lips to his, "Go ahead, I'm ready…"
Jack reached for the TV remote, pushed several of the control buttons before pressing "Play." He put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her onto his chest and they began watching one of her favorite movies, "Sleepless in Seattle," while the roaring electric fireplace provided ambiance.
A short while into the movie Elizabeth glanced up at Jack, "What's on the cart?"
Jack sat up and pulled a container over; taking the lid off he revealed a bowl of popcorn, and snacks…Raisinets, Goobers, Sno-Caps, Good & Plenty, Buncha Crunch, Jack's favorite, M & M's, and Elizabeth's treasured, Haribo Gold-Bears. Also on the cart was bottled water, soft drinks, two glasses and a bottle of wine…just in case.
"WOW, you've thought of everything," she stated as they both sat up in bed, held hands and with their free hand each one reached into the popcorn bowl.
With the bowl empty and the movie halfway over, they laid back in bed with her head resting on his chest. His hand continued to softly rub up and down her arm until he drifted off to sleep before the iconic movie's heartwarming ending.
Elizabeth sat up in bed to reach for the tissues on the table, feeling the need to wipe her freefalling, smile accompanied tears.
As the credits began to roll, Elizabeth thought about her life; how everything that had happened and every single decision she made had brought her to this point in her life…thankfully leading her to him.
Elizabeth slipped out of bed, grabbed her journal from her bag and stepped out onto the balcony. With the lights of the Santa Monica Pier nearby, she opened her journal, flipped to the next blank page and began to cover the white canvas with her thoughts, feelings and emotions…
"Boys… who would have thought that those hair pulling, name calling, staunch members of the "No Girls Allowed" clubs around the world would mature into the kind, considerate, love with all their heart kind of guys. Sure, not all of them will give up their bossy, mean spirited elementary school day ways, but when you find one who has, one who fights with you to prove how much he would fight for you, simply sit back and count your blessings, because you truly have been blessed.
In elementary school we have boys that are friends. We hang out together on the playground, but it certainly isn't considered to be anything long lasting. We move on to high school where most encounter their first experience with a true "boyfriend." The feelings are all so new and overpowering; we swear to ourselves and our friends that it is real, true and will last forever. That is until he's seen talking to another girl and our world as we know it explodes in our face. We either say "It doesn't matter; there are plenty of other boys in the world," or "I will never love again." Either statement, meant to be final, lasts until our heart opens again, which in high school is usually until the next dance or party we attend. We quickly realize that life goes on, and for most of us, this experience will simply be a stepping stone to the true love that is yet to come.
In our relationships, we dance around our feelings, often uncertain how to express them or what is even appropriate given our situation and circumstance. We learn from our past experiences, realizing that hurt and disappointment are simply a promise away. We question the validity of our own feelings, certain that we will only be hurt in the long run. After all, men are all alike, aren't they? The simple answer, that at the age of thirty I have just recently learned is "NO," they are not. Therefore, it is up to each of us, men and women alike, to stand firm in what we need in life, and what we need in a life partner. We should never settle for less.
However, we look around and there are probably a lot of people who are comfortable with settling. Some settle into okay relationships, okay jobs, okay friendships and just an okay life. We have to ask ourselves, why would someone settle for less than what sets their heart on fire? I can only assume that it's because it's safe and comfortable. "Okay" can take care of our responsibilities, pay the bills, feed the family and provide a warm bed at night. However, that's just okay; it isn't thrilling, spellbinding, tantalizing or exciting. Okay also falls short of earth shattering, life changing, unforgettable, or passionate…it's just okay.
As we mature and experience life, we must learn that settling does not bring us great happiness. Maybe initially we believe we're happy beyond measure, but many of us will live to regret our decisions. We should never settle for the first person who says we're beautiful, or one who buys us dinner, laughs at our jokes or one who is charming beyond words. Do not settle for physical attraction without any depth of character, or convenience without passion. Do not disregard your values and morals for someone who encourages you to do so. As we know, Love is patient, so time constraints do not apply."
Elizabeth glanced back inside and watched Jack stretch, pull her pillow into his chest and take a deep breath. Hearing him sigh, she smiled before returning to her journal to complete her final thought…
"We are each worth so much more that we give ourselves credit for. Luckily for me, there was someone who found my worth. I wasn't just convenient, or easy or some trophy to parade around in front of his friends. He knew my fears, my hesitation, and my anxiety. He accepted that I could be a mess of frightened chaos, but looking into my eyes he found my soul, and he made it safe for me to love him. He knew my worth and was willing to fight with me to show that he would always fight for me."
She closed her journal and sat it on the table just inside the door. She turned around and walked back to the railing, mesmerized by the bright lights and the music of the Ferris wheel.
Jack pleasantly surprised her when he approached, slipped one arm around her waist as the other flipped hair away from her neck, quickly catching the soft skin below her ear with his lips. He turned her around, cradling her face he pulled her closer.
Elizabeth's arms slipped around his waist and her eyes closed as she leaned into his body feeling his lips gently brush across hers. She immediately felt the desire he had for her as his entire body was alive, energized by her touch.
His lips brushed across her ear, "I want to make love to you," he whispered as he took her hand and led her back inside, closing the door behind them.
He pulled her around to face him, "You are so beautiful."
She glanced down, "Surely you don't think this is sexy. They're your clothes…"
His finger under her chin lifted her face until their eyes met. He stepped closer as his lips gently covered hers, "Sexy is so much more than what you wear. It's who you are inside. But truthfully," he spoke softly as his hands found the hem on her t-shirt and began to roll the material between his thumb and finger, "Elizabeth you could be wearing burlap and I'd still find you irresistible."
His hands pulled the t-shirt over her head as his lips immediately made contact with hers. The kiss was gentle, tender and loving as he cradled her cheeks in his hands.
His lips trailed down her neck onto her exposed chest, as he gave each breast ample attention. Her eyes closed and her head rolled backward as it was evident that she enjoyed the sensation of his touch.
He gently walked her back toward the bed, somehow managing to remove his own clothing in the process. Her t-shirt and his clothes left a trail from the balcony door to the side of the bed as his lips again met her skin, finding himself starving for her taste.
Her thighs bumped up against the mattress as she fell backward onto the bed, his hand behind her head as she hit the pillow. His fingers immediately began to work on the string tie of his sweatpants which she happened to be wearing. The more he fiddled with them, the tighter the knot became.
"Why did you tie these?" he frustratingly asked.
"They were falling down," she replied.
He laughed softly, "And your point is…?"
"Jack, don't laugh at me. Can you get them off?" she asked as she began struggling with them, suddenly feeling quite over dressed.
"Stop, I'll get it," he stated as he jumped up and grabbed a knife from the table.
"What are you doing with that?"
"Relax, I'm just cutting the string," he assured her and with one swipe of the knife the tie was cut, and he was slipping the sweatpants down her long slender legs.
"My hero…" she teased as he rolled over her, taking her body with him.
She came to rest straddling his hips. She leaned down; her lips met his as her hair brushed across his chest, bringing his nerve ending to high alert.
Her skin tingled as his hand around her waist held her tightly against his body. She rolled over him, lying side by side as they faced each other. She found his arms to be strong as his fingers traced the outline of her body from her legs upward, feeling the sensation of his touch over most of her body.
Excited, his hand slipped behind her head and pulled her closer. Their lips met; the kiss was soft and slow as each of them felt as though they were melting into the other. Their desire built with each subsequent kiss as the passion intensified.
With her earlier statement made that he rocked her world before, he set about to repeat the sensation as he slipped his body between her legs, and with his arms behind her thighs, her knees bent as he entered her.
He took his time, making certain that she was comfortable. His rhythm began slow, but as her soft moans slipped passed her lips, their passion intensified as her hips rose to meet his.
"Oh Eliz-a-beth," he whispered through his ragged breath, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back, as each of her curves fit perfectly with his.
With rapid breaths, pounding hearts, infinite passion and two bodies entwined so tightly together that even a whisper couldn't pass through they reached heights that each of them could have only dreamed of before.
Jack dropped beside her on the bed, barely able to catch his breath, her breathing closely rivaling his. His arm slipped under her body and pulled her onto his chest; there she rested as she heard his erratically beating heart slowly calm. Her eyes closed as she felt his fingertips softly brushing against her bare back.
With their bodies, hearts and souls completely satisfied, each one drifted off to sleep wrapped in the comfort of the other's arms.
The following morning, Jack woke as the sun streamed in through the French doors. He stretched, kissed Elizabeth's forehead and slid out of bed. He grabbed his trousers and a shirt, and then stood by the bed counting his many blessings.
There she lay, on her stomach, her head facing in his direction as the sheet was pulled up over her lower body, leaving her bare back exposed. She was beautiful; breathtakingly so, and he couldn't look away; he couldn't move. He swallowed hard before taking a seat on the side of the bed. At that moment he knew the pull that some of his prior teammates had experienced with drugs and their inability to leave them alone; for she was truly his addiction, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Morning…" she whispered as her eyes barely opened.
"You stay in bed. I'll call and get everything set up for our flight. Would you like some breakfast?" he asked, opening the menu to give her some options. "If you aren't hungry now, I'm sure there will be a lot of selections on the plane."
"Maybe just coffee…" she responded as she sat up in bed, holding the sheet up to cover herself.
An hour later, Jack and Elizabeth walked out of their room… "Wait, I want to look at it once more," Elizabeth's voice had a tone of sadness.
"Do you not want to leave? We can stay here for the week if you'd rather," he offered.
"No it's just," they walked back inside. "It's where we…where we made love for the first time."
He pulled her in for a hug and whispered, "And the second, and the third…"
She pushed away from his chest, "Don't tease me. It meant a lot. These last few days have meant everything to me."
"I'm sorry. Trust me, this time with you has been important to me too. You know when you dream about something and it comes true…?"
"Yea…"
"Well, my reality is finally better than my dreams. But our honeymoon isn't over yet; so, do you want to stay or are we heading to San Francisco?"
"San Francisco," she replied with a kiss to his cheek before heading out the door.
Thirty minutes later they were sitting on the tarmac waiting to board their private jet. Their driver pulled their luggage from the trunk and carried it over, handing it off to the jet crew.
Jack took Elizabeth's hand, leading her up the stairs and into the jet. They took their seats side by side in the middle of the plane. Before they'd even buckled their seatbelts, they each had a glass of champagne.
Left alone, Jack handed Elizabeth her glass before saying, "I don't have any idea how long I'm going to live, but every single second will be worth a lifetime, simply because it will be spent with you. I love you, Elizabeth…"
She held up her glass as they clinked them together, "I love you too, Jack."
To be continued…
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