Snowed In

Shoot

After Jack stormed out of the kitchen I went and put on one of my big hoodies before putting the dishes in the sink. I sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me while I read the book he gave me. He came out about an hour later leaving out the back door without saying a word. I took the opportunity to go shower and change. I put on a pair on leggings and a crop top sweater. It covered my stomach as long as I kept my arms down. I sat back on the couch and had just started reading again when Jack walks in.

“What are you doing?” He asks

“Reading” I say without looking up

“Do you want to do something fun?” He asks

“Depends, I think we have different definitions of fun” I say and he smiles

“Put on your coat and shoes and meet me out back” he says

When he asked me if I wanted to do something fun I honestly thought we were gonna build snowmen or something.

“You want me to shoot a gun?” I ask him

“Have you ever shot one?” He asks

“I’ve never held an axe what would make you think I’ve shot a gun?” I say

“I will help you trust me you’re going to love it.” He says

He puts the gun in my hands and stands behind me.

“Make sure you keep the gun aimed at the ground for now. Those are your targets out there, obviously the goal is to hit one.” He say pointing out in the distance to a bullseye target

“Now put the butt of the gun against your shoulder, keep your finger off the trigger and hold down here with the other hand” he says showing me how to hold it

He was so close that I can feel the warmth of his body on mine. His breath on my neck is making it really hard to concentrate.

“I’m going to help position you.” He says

He puts his hands on my hips and turns me slightly then with his foot he nudges my legs a little farther apart. His hands on my hips feel nice.

“You want to keep both eyes open while you aim, it’s not like in the movies. This gun doesn’t have safety so when your ready you just pull the trigger” he says stepping back

“Just take a deep breath and when you let it out pull the trigger” he tells me

I take a deep breath in and hold it for a second. My hands are shaking partially from the cold but mostly from nerves. I slowly let out the breath and pull the trigger of the gun. It pushes back against my shoulder but it’s not as loud as I had expected it to be. I turn to Jack and smile.

“I did it!” I yell

“Do you want to shoot it again?” He asks and I shake my head yes

Jack and I spent the next couple hours shooting guns. He let me shoot different shot guns and pistols. I missed the target every time and Jack didn’t miss once. I never expected shooting guns to be so fun. There was also the fact Jack kept putting his hands on my hips and over my hands to help position me. I have to admit I asked for more help than I actually needed just to get him to touch me.

When we got inside I took off my jacket and boots then went over by the fire to warm up. Jack went in his room then came back out wearing a long sleeve grey shirt with black sweat pants. Those must be his favorite colors and damn they look good on him. He catches me staring at him so I turn my head back towards the fire place quickly.

“Do you want a beer?” He asks

“Yes please” I say smiling

He comes back with two beers and hands me one. I figured he would have learned from the first night not to give me alcohol.