Okay. Breathe, Jess. Don't panic. It's not that bad. Oh, who are you kidding. This is so bad!
What about Sam?!
With that thought, Jess' eyes widened even more as her head spun to her right. And there was Sam, in such a deep sleep. How did she not notice his heavy breathing? Oh, that's right. Because she was thinking about that god damn kiss.
In fact, after every other thought, her mind would always go back to that kiss. What was so, thought-indulging about that kiss, anyway? Why was it so great? Jess was trying so hard to deny what that kiss had done to her.
That kiss, that perfect kiss allowed her to just release all of that buried un-treated tension between her and Nick that she'd always ignored. That urge she felt when their lips met. They linked, just like that. Something in that kiss made Jess realize what she'd been missing with everyone else.
With Spencer, with Paul, with Russell, even with Sam.
Passion.
...
How am I going to step out of that door? Nick thought with panic. A lot of panic.
He couldn't face them. He couldn't face her. Sam would kill him. What if Jess picks Sam? No, shut up, Nick. You can't be thinking like that. You and Jess? Nope. Never gonna happen.
Nick shook his head, using the turtle face as he argued with himself in his mind. But why not? She clearly enjoyed that kiss. And earlier in the night, when they were locked behind the iron curtain? They were sitting down, and Jess said she wanted to kiss him. In a joking way, but Nick felt like it was more in depth than that. They shared a moment there.
Their eyes locked, and Nick felt his heart rate go way up.
It could happen. Plus, they both admitted a couple of months ago that they were two friends, that sometimes were attracted to each other. That can't just go away, can it? Closing his eyes, Nick took in a deep breath. The horrible feeling of uneasiness took over his body.
You need to leave this room, Nick. It's eating you alive.
...
Jess, you need to go. Get out bed. Now.
Jess closed her eyes tight as she thought about what was waiting outside that door. Confrontation. Communicating with Nick. How could she look at him? Just the thought of him made her stomach flip.
That's it, I'm staying in this room for ever. I shall live off of my macaroni and cheese jewellery box. It's edible, right?
Jumping lightly, Jess felt her phone vibrate, lost in the covers. Fumbling about, Jess wanted it to stop. She didn't want to wake Sam. She did not want to speak to him, he looked too innocent. If he spoke one word to Jess, she'd easily give something away.
Picking up her phone with nervous hands, Jess studied the caller I.D before answering. "Cece, hey." Jess sighed. Finally. A person she could speak to without feeling nervous.
"Are you on your way yet?" Cece asked her best friend.
"What?" Jess frowned, rubbing her face as the morning finally kicked in.
"Jess, are you even out of bed?!" Cece yelled through her phone as she reached over to paint her toe nails. Given the silence through the phone, she sighed with panic.
"Jess, the wedding convention starts in two hours. You need to get your butt round here to get ready. Are the guys even ready? Why would I even ask such a question. This is going to turn into a nightmare..." Cece's loud rant were only muffles as Jess thought of all the things rushing around in her mind. She didn't want to face anyone, but she simply had to. She now had a reason of leaving her room.
"Cece, Cece. Calm down. I'll be round as soon as possible, okay?" Jess reassured her best friend before finally hanging up, throwing her phone on the covers in front of her. Just get up, open the door and leave your room. With that, Jess pushed herself off of the bed and headed straight to her door with courage.
Turning the handle, her door flew wide open. Then, that little ounce of courage swallowed itself right up.