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WARNING: For audiences over 14.
Chapter 7
Ahhhh...I thought. It's so good to be back in these arms...
It was Movie Night with Jake and we were home alone.
My dad was on a business trip in San Francisco as Hannah Montana's manager, trying to sort some things out with our new record company. He wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon.
Really, I wasn't supposed to be having Jake over right now because of the "no boys in the house without supervision" rule. But my dad would never know anyways. What he doesn't know, can't hurt him, I'd thought before asking Jake to come over.
Jackson was also breaking the rules though. He was supposed to be staying home with me, but he decided to spend the night at Cooper's.
I snuggled closer to Jake. We were in the living room watching a scary movie. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, as if protecting me from the monsters on the screen.
"I'm gonna go refill the popcorn," I told him, and slipped out from under the blanket.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed another bag of microwave popcorn.
"You might want to pause it until I'm done. This thing can get pretty loud," I said, and Jake pressed the button on the remote.
I put the bag in the microwave and pressed the "popcorn" button. I plopped back down on the couch and draped my legs over Jake's lap.
We'd officially been going out for 3 months. We were so comfortable with each other, we could do anything and it didn't matter.
Jake sighed and fake-collapsed over my legs. I could tell he was getting really tired.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" the microwave screeched.
Jake jumped up at the sound. I giggled and stood up to get the popcorn.
I sat back down on the couch and pulled the blanket over my legs. He leaned over and grabbed a handful of popcorn.
"This is weawy gwood pwopcworn," Jake mumbled through a full mouth.
I laughed and said, "Chew and swallow before you talk." I picked up a piece of popcorn he spilled on the couch and popped it into his mouth.
"Oh yeah! Perfect throw!" I cheered. He laughed and put his arm around me.
Back to the movie, I guess. We watched it for about 30 minutes more and then it was over.
I turned it off and stood up. I tugged on his hand and he followed. I walked into the kitchen and got out two glasses.
"Orange or apple?" I asked Jake, holding the apple juice and orange in my hand.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter to me," he answered.
"OK, then. I'll have orange and you can have apple," I replied. I poured him a glass of juice and then one for myself.
"Whoa, that's good apple juice," he said. I chuckled before realizing he wasn't just being stupid.
"You wanna go upstairs and watch some TV?" I asked. "I just got my new flat screen in there."
"After you," Jake said, motioning for me to go first.
I led him upstairs and into my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and flicked on the TV.
"What do you want to watch?" I asked him.
"I think there's a movie on Channel 8 tonight. It started at 9:00 though so we only missed about 5 minutes of it," Jake told me and stole the remote to change the channel.
"You are so rude sometimes," I told him, gazing at his amazing eyes.
"I know..." He leaned in and our lips met perfectly.
We'd done this so many times before, it just happened amazingly everytime.
We'd kissed, and OK, yeah we'd made out a couple times. But it hasn't gone any farther than that.
Yeah, now we were kissing more fully. I guess now a little making out. OK, yep, definitely making out, now.
My hands traveled up his back. I felt his hands on my neck. I felt all over his back, exploring all the muscles and bones that were so prominent there.
We then colapsed on my bed still not braking the intese kisses.
He let me kiss him. He let me pull his T-shirt over his head. My shaking hands now explored his chest, wanting to know every inch of him. He reached back and unclasped my bra.
OK, this was getting serious. I need to stop. NOW, before things go too far, my brain thought, but my heart was telling me just the opposite.
It went on still, though, even with my mixed feeling about it. I was half-wishing Jake would stop me but he didn't. He seemed to want it as much as I did.
Uh-oh.
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