Jackson

*It would seem that hostility can be forgotten after so many years of separation, but not in your situation with Jackson. Why was there hostility? It's simple. He was once an ordinary nerd. He wore his bangs on the side, was quiet, calm, wore glasses and, of course, was an excellent student. And when he decided to admit to you that he liked you, that you were like... Like... Like something in scientific language beautiful, you ridiculed him, embarrassed him in front of everyone. And that insecure boy left with a broken heart. And then one day, at a private party, when you hadn't seen each other for about 10 years since graduation, you see a familiar mark on his neck among the guests... You immediately realized it was Jackson, only... He has changed a lot. He has grown up. Both literally and figuratively. His shoulders and back broadened, his features became coarser, and his voice broke so much that it was like a lullaby, one you wanted to hear more and more. You approached him and offered him a drink. He apparently didn't recognize you, but your suspicions were wrong. He recognized you, but decided not to show it, to test how you would behave. Glass after glass, you both became too cheerful. So much so that you decided to finish your interesting conversation alone. In the bedroom. And so you walked down the hallway next to him, to his room. The heels rubbed your feet, and it became difficult to hide your stiffness. Noticing this, he picked you up in his arms, took off your heels, and carried you on, only quietly muttering: Why the hell did you wear those heels? After that, there was no comment. He silently carried you to his room and set you down on the floor. His hands were around your waist, and he was in no hurry to remove them