We put the finishing touches to what we needed to do, and I headed up to the bedroom to find Jack was already there.
“I wish there was a little more time for us before we had to go,” Jack said, a hint of longing in his voice. I could see the way his eyes sparkled with a mixture of hope and frustration, as if he was trying to hold onto every second we had left.
“So do I. I’m sorry that there isn’t. But once this is over, I’m sure we will have plenty of chances to lock ourselves in this bedroom,” I said, trying to reassure him. The thought of those quiet moments together, just the two of us, was what kept me going.
“Oh yeah. You can count on that,” Jack smirked, that charming grin of his lighting up the room. It was infectious, and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of o
