Yesterday, 11:40 AM
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Jackson pulled Marta over to the laundry room, it was the only real place that everyone wouldn't stare and watch them, not that it matter. Noah was giving him a not so overt thumbs up as he stepped inside. He didn't close the door, they weren't ready for that yet.
He hesitated but smiled at her. She was always cute, but right now he didn't want to stop staring. He was certain she would notice. "You look pretty... Not that you don't always look pretty... I mean you do -- always. But..." He was rambling, a bit nvervous.
Jackson shuffled his foot then moved a little closer. He smiled at her. "I'm going to kiss you now, if that's okay?"
He waited for her consent, then leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. He liked the way she felt against him and he wanted her closer. But Jackson kept his hands in a tight fist at his sides. Truama was on both sides. He didn't want to make things worse but he also wanted to feel more. More of something he wanted and not what he had to do.