I checked how the (now deleted) poll is going.
“Are you sure these shorts don’t look bad on me? I haven’t worn them since forever,” you add with a thoughtful hum as you turn to the side to take a look at your back.
Jack has to inhale deeply before he would say something he would regret later. He was okay with you ditching him for the day to go to PittFest, he was the one who convinced you to go with your friends, but right now as he watches you in these tight shorts, he can’t help but consider another type of activity.
The question is there on the tip of his tongue, he’s on the verge of asking you if you would like to stay at home with him, but then he changes his mind.
This man’s gonna stop keeping it a secret after that day. That’s a promise.