Tal Bauer

did Jack truly smell like a slice of Ethan’s heaven on earth?

He wanted everything. The American dream, the apple pie life. The morning after, and seeing Jack slowly wake up in his arms. His hair, mussed and standing on end. His lazy morning smile, sleepy in the sunshine. He wanted to hear Jack talk about politics and the world and how he was going to bring order to a chaotic, desperate, deadly planet. He wanted to rub Jack’s shoulders when he slouched, undo his tie at the end of the day, and bury his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling that damned pine scent, that perfect, heavenly pine scent Jack seemed to exude.

all I could think of was how much I wanted that to be you. I wanted you leaning in close to me, Ethan. I wanted to be solving the world’s problems with you.