Jackson You call out 6. A dark figure stands up wearing a white shirt and dark blue jeans. He has close cropped black hair and tan skin, with contrasting piercing blue eyes. He follows you into the closet calmly and whispers, "Listen, you don't have to . . . ya' know, kiss me or anything-" You cut him off with a small peck. He returns it tenderly, but with growing passion. You remove his shirt to discover a six pack hidden under his baggy T-shirt. He grabs you from behind and pulls you close, hugging the muscle of his body. You grab the belt holes in his jeans and pull him against the door, allowing him to press you into it. A little too hard, though for at that moment the door opens and you both tumble out. Everyone in the circle begins laughing. Later on he sets you in his lap and won't let anyone else touch you.