Jack guides my hand to his hip and I let him, relishing that cut of muscle as I grip him gently. We're all sweaty now and he's still trying to catch his breath and I feel... almost smug.

I never thought doing something like this could make me feel so powerful.

We're quiet for a few moments and when Jack speaks again, I nearly sputter on a laugh. "That was awful," I tell him, but I can't stop smiling, not even a little bit. Leaning up a little, I press a kiss to his lips, still tasting just a hint of myself there as I whisper against him. "But yes. The happiest, even. Thank you, Jack."