Chapter 61: Should we do that?
"Do you find it amusing?" Jackson whispered, playing with her stray hairs with his fingertips. "That we can survive without taking off our clothes? Because I do."
The corner of his mouth curled up as his eyelids drooped, staring at her affectionately. After teasing her for a bit, Fil scribbled on her paper like a madwoman. She didn’t talk to him. Even if she would, she would glare daggers at him. It was cute, giving him a good laugh now and then. Until she eventually fell asleep on top of her paper.
"I thought you were a hard worker?" he wondered. "You used to pull all-nighters, go on without sleep for days. And yet, just writing what you want to experience made you sleep."
Jackson carefully pulled the paper underneath her arms. As he did so, he accidentally ripped the tip of the paper, making him stop for a moment. He glanced at her. She was still sound asleep.
"Come on now," he chuckled, lifting her arm to take the paper. When he got what he wanted, he put down her arm gently. Jackson straightened his back, lifting the paper in front of him.
Deep lines appeared between his brows as he laid his eyes on her "list." Fil didn’t write anything. Instead, she drew a miniature size building. His eyes softened as he smiled subtly, looking back at her.
"That’s not fair," he sighed, picking up his paper where he scribbled gibberish circles and hearts in between. "I guess the pressure was high for the both of us."
Jackson put down their papers, setting his eyes back to her. His smile remained, almost chuckling at their output. Both of them didn’t write a single sentence of what they were supposed to write. In his defense, it never crossed him what he wanted to experience more in this life. He already had done everything he could think of.
’Heh.’He cupped his jaw, eyes fixed on her. "Does waking up next to you every morning and having you as my last memory every night count?"