#fcturehearts

" you look so good on your knees like this . . . just for me. "

He didn't know what he'd been expecting when Scarlett tugged him toward her teacher, but it sure as hell wasn't the moment that followed. The blonde standing in front of him wasn't just another polite smile and professional greeting, there was something else there. Something he felt in his chest before he could even put a name to it. He didn't really believe in things like fate (with the exception of his high school sweetheart), but the way his pulse suddenly picked up felt like the universe was at least trying to get his attention. Her voice was warm and kind; exactly the sort of tone that had made Scarlett latch onto her in just a few hours, and Jamie found himself holding her gaze a second too long before he forced himself to focus. His daughter was still glued to his side, and his brain kept replaying what she'd said only moments ago. He managed a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, confident is definitely one way to put it. She's been... Pretty determined about that whole 'new mommy' thing lately. I keep telling her some things aren't that simple, but she's a hard one to convince," he said as he glanced down at Scarlett, whose expectant little smile had him swallowing the ache in his throat. There was a part of him that wanted to linger, to keep talking just to see if that shift in the air between them would happen again. But another part (the one still stitched together with grief) wasn't sure what the hell to do with the way the teacher made him feel after barely thirty seconds. "I'm Jamie, by the way. It's nice to finally meet you."

       ( 💔 @fcturehearts )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     they're at his apartment, something irregular for his m.o. but maeve's a little more special to him than regularities, watching some tv show he let her talk him into. it isn't bad, but he also is barely paying attention. feet sprawled out atop the coffee table as he sits in the chair perpendicular to her; sinclair takes a sip of his water. picks up the remote and pauses her show. isn't a fan of beating around the bush, so he decides not to; body shifts to face her. "i want to fuck you. badly." roughly. leaves that part out. "what are your thoughts?" wants to mention how she grinded up against him the other night, but saves that for now.

sage purses her lips , resting her elbows on the counter as she just stares at the customer on the other side of the check in desk. " i already told you that i cannot upgrade your room for free . i am aware that you're a platinum member with us, but it still carries a charge to upgrade . now -- is there anything else i can help you with ? " eyes quickly flick away , scanning the lobby and lifting her fingers in slight greeting when she notices the other .

“so, your sister had to leave for a bit,” justin announced as he waltzed into the kitchen after bidding his girlfriend adieu. “the nature of the job, right?” his girlfriend always being on call had never been an issue of contention between the two of them. justin was secure enough to hang out on his own, and it helped that her younger sister was also there to keep him company. or maybe that was more of a problem than he was willing to actually acknowledge, considering there was a bounce in his step and a brightness to his grin every time that he got a chance to be with her alone. “mind chilling with me for a bit? whatcha up to?” 

“ you need to keep it down or he’ll hear you ! ”

he had a car, so he picked up hope and her brother, he didn’t mind driving, it didn’t take them too long to arrive at the beach house, only a few hours. they’d just pulled up at the house, climbing out of the car he went straight to the boot, to get out all the suitcases, he just wanted to be helpful. 

his friends taunted him about his little ‘plaything’, his parents thought he was just going through a midlife crisis, and frankly, jackson couldn’t explain it himself. all he knew was that lately, his life had more color in it than ever before, and he wasn’t going to give that up because people thought it was wrong. it wasn’t just sex, as people implied, although jackson wasn’t about to deny that it was great. even just sitting and talking with her for hours made his days better, or whenever his phone would light up with a text from her, any thoughts in his head disappeared. currently, he was slipping into a booth at the diner she worked at, waiting for her to come over and be surprised by his arrival. he hadn’t let her know he was coming, wanting it to be a surprise, especially with the gift in his pocket. “can i have a slice of pie from the prettiest waitress in the city?” jackson spoke up, looking up at her with a dazzling smile. @fcturehearts​