MADELEINE

I just told Jack that I'm gonna be his girlfriend. Girlfriend. I haven't even been someone's girlfriend in a long time since Brendan. It just feels weird to say boyfriend or girlfriend.

I've always been in a long marriage with my soon-to-be ex-husband for nearly seven years where I have not thought about dating ever again or the outside life of being married to someone who you really love.

But I feel like everything's changed now that Brendan and I are currently separated and I'm just someone's girlfriend again.

It's been only a week ago when I told Jack what I needed to express my feelings to. It wasn't like I regretted telling him what he needed to hear, but the feeling of how this situation is happening right now.

Like I haven't even told Jack that I was still married. I couldn't tell him in the matter of fact or even think about when or where I was going to tell him.

I just didn't want him to stress anymore between my fucked marriage with Brendan and his hockey career he really needs to focus on.

Now that Jack is also a part of my situation, he was completely fine about the fact that I have a four-year-old son living on the same roof as me and I was just blessed when Jack never told me who the father was. But sooner or later, I knew he was going to tell me no matter what.

Speaking of my kid, Brendan had picked him off after spending almost two weeks with him just a few days ago. But I insisted Brendan to let Mason stay with him for a bit, but Brendan knew that I needed someone beside me at all times in our home.

Nevertheless, Brendan also didn't know that I just had a boyfriend. I'd freak out if I had to tell him. I knew Brendan would smack the fuck out of him on the ice and I could never let that happen to that poor young kid, also known as my boyfriend.

Currently, Brendan had came over to my place to spend the day with Mason and I for a bit. I was completely ok about it when I wanted to see Mason put on his happiest grin, glancing at his father with his usual adorable eyes.

Although, I needed to tell Jack that I had plans and that we could do something about it later. I just headed to the park where he told me to come over and there I spotted him at one of the benches, his legs spread out with his arms behind on the table, his head straightened, looking comfortable.

It was pretty chilly outside and Jack was only wearing a shirt and black jeans with no coverage. I smiled and walked towards him, feeling his warmth.

"Hey." I caught his attention and he quickly turned his head, shifting his whole body towards me. He stood up and gave me a peck on the lips, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me in his warm touch.

"Hey, babe," Jack mumbled against my lips, causing me to redden my cheeks at the nickname he just gave me. "Hope I didn't bring you at this worse time." He added, his brows slightly furrowed and I chuckled.

I shook my head. "Oh, no. You didn't. It's ok." And responded, swallowing harshly, realizing how extremely close we were together.

Even though it was completely dark outside, we weren't able to see anything but ourselves. I could see the sexual tension we were holding against each other, how nervous and secretive we especially held in our own skin at this time of midnight.

"Jack. Why did you bring me here?" I whispered, not only moving an inch whilst the sexual tension of making eye contact and he just hummed, tightening his grip around my waist, his fingers rubbing my covered hip.

Before I knew it, he closed the gap between our chests and slowly threw his head beside my ear, his hot breath fanning the side of my neck. "I wanted to steal you away." He said.

I exhaled, harshly and quietly as I gulped, slightly straightening up my back, receiving mild shivers running through my spine.

With no hesitation, I instantly pulled Jack in a grip where my hands were wrapped around his cheeks, slamming my lips on his, giving him the entrance of my mouth, our tongue exploring and tangling in every way.

He let out a soft groan and wrapped his entire arm around my waist, pulling me up and placing me on the cold table, which I didn't flinch by the warmth we were holding.

My arms went up to his neck and wrapped it around, doing the same thing as my legs were held over Jack's hips. His hand was on my thigh, while the other was on my waist, keeping me in a tight position where I couldn't move at all.

"Jack. I need you." I moaned, my hands roaming on his zipper and he responded with a slight groan. He nodded his head as approval and helped me out.