He just watcheshim clean himself up before taking a few steps closer to him and placing a hand on his cheek. ”Yeah, I’m aware of that now,” he says and chuckles in the back of his throat as he leans down so that he can press a kiss to his forehead.
Tossing the washcloth onto the table, Jack takes a second to brush his hands off on his pants; the color on his face only darkening at the contact. Huffing out a sigh, he leans in toward his fiance, an arms stretching to curl around his waist.