The night had come in flashes as Jack slept in the rented hotel room. Despite the agonising headache that was forming, he found himself trying to keep his stomach settled as he buried his head further into the pillow. His head tried to count the shots that he’d shared with Laura the night before, but he couldn’t keep track. His memories were fuzzy, but he could remember them getting blindly drunk, he could remember them being surrounded by paps as they left the first few clubs and he remembered getting angry at them. The bright lights twisted the images as he found himself remembering the feeling of bliss. It was a rare night the two had together and they absolutely mobbed them both.
Jack found his memory pulling up her outfit, a tight little white number which he’d adored the second he’d seen her that night, but as pieces of his memory came back, he felt his stomach almost twitch at the thought of their activities during the night. To distract himself he found his memory going back to when the paps had bombarded them and even just thinking about the bright flashes hurt his head, causing a low groan to slip from his lips as he cracked an eye open, brunette hair sprawled across his chest.
He never really understood why she chose him. Jack had often found himself comparing himself to the other men she’d previously been seen with, but Laura had always soothed the fact that she wanted him. Their relationship was far from new, they’d been friends for a few years with hookups in between, but as he lay there, his fingers tracing the bare skin of her back, Jack realised how used to this he could get. “Good morning beautiful, time to move.” He murmured softly, placing a kiss to her head.
