Time went by as I worked on my school stuff. It felt odd with how quiet it was. Almost like it was too quiet.
See Drew, nothing to worry about.
Just as I said that in my head a knock sounded on my door breaking the silence.
So much for that.
I got up reluctantly and opened my door halfway only to see Jake standing in front of me with a half smile on.
Oh, they got back.
I stepped out of the way unconsciously letting him in. He slowly walked in as if confused and shocked at my sudden motion but nonetheless came in with a little reassuring smile.
"Where's Christopher?" I asked remembering that they both went and from this morning it seemed like he wanted to explain things. Not Jake.
Unless, he wasn't here for that.
I shook my head putting the thought aside trying to remember that he just went to see his dead parents and to give him a little respect.
Hence the little.
"Work," is all he said as he stood in my room hunched with his hands in his pocket.
This wasn't like him.
He looked tired. Like something was weighing on his mind. He was silent this morning too.
I sighed and closed my door almost regretting what I was about to do.
It's for him. Just let him talk to you for a bit. Then, you can kick him out.
Once the door finally closed I turned to face him seeing that he was already laying on my bed flat on his stomach.
When did he move?!
"What are you doing?" I asked while walking up to the foot of my bed with my hands on my hips.
"I'm tired."
Still short answers, huh?
I rolled my eyes.
"Then go sleep in your room. Why'd you come here anyway?"
He groaned and rolled to his side curling up a bit as he yawned.
"I felt like seeing you."
Even though it was a short answer it was still an answer that was able to make me react with my cheeks warming up a bit.
I shook my head forcing the thoughts out.
Focus Samantha.
But...
He never lied when it came to me. Most of the time anyway. So then he meant it when he said he wanted to see me.
My heart picked up speed a bit as I thought about it.
I looked at Jake again really getting in his facial expression.
He really does look tired. But why?
I mentally slapped myself as I tried recompiling myself.
Snapped out of it! You talked to him so now you can get him out.
I shifted my feet and swallowed the lumped that somehow formed down my throat.
"W-well you saw me so you can go to your room now."
I had stuff to do.
That's right. Homework.
"But I'm already comfortable," he whined sounding as if he were already half asleep.
I rolled my eyes, yet again, and sighed.
"Fine. Just be quiet."
I knew there would be no way of convincing him out of here. He was worse than Drew at times. Luckily I knew how to deal with that.
I started walking back to my desk when I was suddenly pulled down to a soft surface I at first thought was my floor. That was until I realized what was holding me down were two firm arms wrapped around me.
Jake muzzled his head in the crook of my neck and I felt a tinge of nerves rush through my body. His arms moved down to my waisted and tightened a bit as he pulled me closer to him making my heart speed up.
"J-Jake... l-let go of me."
It was difficult to speak with him breathing warm air on my bear neck.
"I need someone to keep me warm."
Still has that jokester attitude in him, I see.
I felt him as he started to plant soft kisses on my neck where he was breathing singing jolts through my body that made my toes curl. I couldn't help but let out a little breathy moan as it was one of my weak spots.
He laughed a little to my response making my body feel numb from the soft movement of his chest against my back and air blowing on the places where he just kissed me. He moved up to my ear and started nibbling on it.
He gained yet another moan from me yet this one was louder and less controlled as the area was my main weakness.
I felt Jake smile against me skin obviously enjoying this.
"Found it."
I tired to move my hand up to my mouth to change nation the noise or to just move away from him in general, but his grip on me was so tight that I just couldn't move.
"J-Jake... please... stop," I begged between heavy breaths.
He only laughed in response.
"Why should I? You're enjoying it too."
I didn't want to admit it, but he was right.
I was enjoying it.
Which made all the more reason for me to want him to stop.
I felt him as his arms loosened around me and his hands traveled down to the lowest part of my waist.
Before I knew it he had flipped me over and was now above me. He held a victorious grin as he looked down on me taking in every inch of my body.
"I really do love you, Samantha."
His words hit me sending color to my cheeks even though they were already a bit warm.
I tried looking away but failed to as he leaned down and captured my lips in a forceful fashion.
He was nice to me this time. He only held my lips and very slightly would run his tongue against my bottom lip as if asking for entrance.
I didn't want to let him in though. I had to stop this before it got any worse.
But Jake had other ideas.
He slid his hands down and found the back of my thighs only to squeeze them. I gasped at the touch which only made it possible for his tongue to slip in.
It came in fast as if seizing the only chance it would get leaving my breathless.
His tongue went inside my mouth as if he just had to go over every corner of my mouth letting me taste him.
He tasted sweet like cherries. It honestly made me want more. His touch overall was just overwhelming.
My hands had a mind of their own as they traveled up into his hair, clutching it like my life depended on it.
I felt him smile on my lips as I did that. In response he moved his hands up under my shirt and slowly trialed them to the bottom of my breasts.
I had to stop it now. It was starting to go too far.
He bit down on my bottom lip causing me to moan a little and grip his hair even tighter making him groan.
What am I doing?! I have to stop!
I sucked on his lips a bit eager for more unable to control myself. I could tell he liked that but started to hold back a bit himself.
Why can't I stop?!
I felt Jake pull his tongue out and lift off from my lips lingering breaths away. He looked at me, his eyes somehow holding sadness. No, more like a question.
"What do you think of me?"