13. Jack is Drunk
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That night, we had ended up meeting back up with Hayley and Matt at this club called "The Rack" near Faneuil Hall. We partied till the club closed and Hayley drove us back to my house. Jack and I were both a bit drunk when we got back, as we stumbled into my house. I shushed him as I checked to see if my mom was awake. Everyone seemed to be sleeping and Jack led me into the den.
"Jack! I'm tired, I wanna go to bed!" I complained drunkenly as he pulled me onto the couch with him. He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor.
"In a bit, baby. I wanna just sit here with you for a little while," he slurred into my ear as he took my coat off me and threw it next to his.
"Okay, just for a little while," I laughed as he started kissing me. We got pretty intense making out—he was into my pants when something I never expected happened.
"Ange, wanna have sex?" He asked.
"Jack, I want to…but not here! My parents are home. I think we should wait until we get back to Detroit,"
"But I think I could really rock you good right now," he winked his glazed-over eye. I just laughed.
"Jack! I bet you could—but I also know that if you 'rocked me good', my parents would hear, and that would be wicked embarrassing, not only for me, but for you,"
"But Ange! I'm so ready!"
"I am too—but I'll be more ready later…back in Detroit," He stood up and began taking off his pants.
"I'm gonna make you scream Ange! You're gonna be goin' nuts!"
"Jack! Not now!" I stood up and pulled his pants up to his hips and buckled them.
"You don't wanna have sex with me?" He asked, sitting back down looking deflated and sad. It was definitely the alcohol talking.
"Jackie, you know I do. I just can't do it here tonight. Like you said back in North Carolina—it'll happen, just not yet,"
"Back in Detroit though? What is Bobby or Angel or Jerry walks in!" He exclaimed, almost in tears.
"That's why we'll do it at my house," I winked at him to make him feel better.
"New Year's eve?" He asked.
"I don't like planning anything like this, but probably," I replied with a smile. "Now let's get to bed. We've got a plane to catch tomorrow," I led him upstairs and to my bedroom. We got ready for bed and attempted to sleep.
Just as I started to drift into sleep, I felt Jack's hand migrate from just being around my waist to my boob. I turned over to see Jack giggling like a drunken idiot behind me. I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Jack! I'm trying to sleep!" I whispered.
"I know! And I'm trying to make it so you can't!" He laughed.
"Jack! Please let me get some sleep," I stared at him until he gave in.
"Alright, fine. Good night," he said. I kissed him and turned around.
A moment later, I felt Jack's hand move directly into my pj pants.
"Jack! Stop it!" I whispered again as I turned over to face him.
"Sorry, I just couldn't resist," he chuckled. "Don't be mad Ange! I love you, remember!" I couldn't help but smile. I kissed him.
"No more, okay?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No more,"
"Okay, good. I'll see you in the morning," I turned back over and tried to get some sleep.
What a long night that turned into…