Jess Pepper ✨ > Recent Status Updates

Goes out of his way to buy her dairy free ice cream!! Swooning already 🍦

“It’s always been you, Hallie, and I think we both know it”

“Meeting on that roof, listening to music, getting the opportunity to fall in love with you is my best memory, and all I can do is hope that one day you’ll let me do it again.”

“You don’t think you’ll forget about me?”
He bursts a laugh. “You truly have no idea how ingrained you are in here, huh?” He taps his chest. “You’re basically living rent free, Hallie Hart.”

“I wish you could see inside my head, Hal. You’d see the picture I’ve got painted of our future, and every part of it revolves around you okay?”

“ I understand why you’re hesitating or uninterested.” He whispers. “I’m not going to push you to want me. But I am going to be here, waiting, if you ever decide you want to try again. I’m not going anywhere this time.

All too soon, there’s a heavy arm wrapping around my waist, hauling me towards him until my back hits his chest. “Are you out of your mind? Just because I need you to be mine before I fuck you doesn’t mean I don’t want to cuddle.”

“This isn’t a date, you know.”

“Oh god no, it’s a work meeting, Hallie. Focus, please.?”

His attention moves back to my mouth, once again asking the question, “You’re single, Hal?”

I finally give him the long-awaited answer, nodding to tell him yes.

“Good.” He takes a slow predatorial step towards me, toe sharp and leaving no room for question. “Because we aren’t fucking friends.”

I shrug casually as if the answer were obvious. “ I already told you, Hal, I missed you”

I wet my lips, leaning in awfully close. “You sure look good in my shirt for not being mine.”

“Get fucked DeLuca”.

I smile as I open the door. “Would love to. You just let me know when and where, Hart”

“Good night, friend”
He grimaces. “Yep. Don’t love that.”
I chuckle, unlocking the front door. “Good night, Rio.”

“Good god are those butterflies?! No, no they’re not because there’s no way I could feel any sort of excitement around this man again. I’m simply mistaken because it’s been so long since I’ve felt butterflies. Six years to be exact.”

“Friends” I agree.
Feels wrong. Tastes like a lie.

“Thankfully she doesn’t seem fazed which means she has no idea that I almost just referred to her as “baby” like I used to when we were younger. Sometimes I’d use it in normal, everyday conversation. Sometimes through text. Always when our clothes were off.