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chapter 15

My heart just about exploded out of chest when I heard the door bell ring. I rushed down the stairs, and fell on the last two stairs. I groaned and got up, brushing myself off. Damn my clumsiness. I was so fragile, and I hated it. In all honesty, I wanted someone who wasn't afraid to be rough with me. Jack can be rough, I know he can

I opened the door, and revealed a smirking Jack.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled at me, stepping inside. Cocky, was he? It was turning me on to be honest.

"Hey fagg." I laughed.

"What's up?" He hugged me and looked around. Quick hug or not, just feeling him against me made me crave him more.

"Just bored. Samantha is at Sam's party. So it's just me tonight."

"Where's your mom?" He looked around.

"She's at her friends dinner party. I didn't want to go."

It was true though. My mom was at a dinner party, and I really didn't want to go. And maybe if my mom had been here tonight, I still would've asked for him to come over. It was time for him to meet her.

"Oh okay." He bounced on the couch, and looked at me. "So... what you wanna do?" He smiled.

I sat down next to him. My breath was growing short. I needed to tell him. I have to. He needed to know something about me. We've known each for a month and then some. I trust him... I think.

"Jack..." I let out.

"What's up?" He casually asked.

"I have to tell you something."

He looked confused, and then sat up to face me. "What is it?"

"It's about my mom."

"What about her?"

"There's something you need to know about her." I bit my lip.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's... um... she's deaf." I finally said it. I felt better, like my chest was open now.

"Deaf? As in... she can't hear?" He sounded like he was processing this.

"Yeah. Can't hear."

"How long?"

"Her whole life."

"Why didn't you tell me before? Is that why you've been stalling for me meeting her?"

I sighed, and looked down.

"Blake... why?"

He touched my shoulder and I looked up.

"I just don't like telling people. I was afraid of what you'd say. What you'd think about me."

"Are you serious? Why would I think any less of you? It's not my place to judge. Look at my life, it's fucked."

I shrugged, and looked him in the eyes. Why was I scared? I like Jack. He wouldn't judge me. And if he did, I would've been totally wrong about him then. He seemed mad, but when he saw my tired eyes, his face softened. I knew what I wanted now. I wanted Jack.

So I leaned in.

His face was inches from mine. He leaned in a little, with our lips only a centimeter apart.

"Blake..." He whispered.

"Shh." I said, closing my eyes.

I connected our lips. He moved his lips with mine, eventually sliding his tongue into my mouth. He put his hands on the side of my face, and lade me back on the couch. I put my hands in his hair. Oh how I waited for the day I could run my hands through his hair. It was soft, just like I hoped it would be. He was on top of me, his body tightening against mine. Our kisses were long and intense, everything he was doing to me made me crave him. He trailed his right hand down my waist and made it to the back of my knee; picking it up so I could wrap it around his waist. My breath was beginning to shorten. He backed up and looked at me in the eyes. I was confused. His face had a pain of guilt attached to it. What did I do?

"What?" I asked in a whisper.

"Are you sure you want this Blake?" He whispered back.

"What are you talking about?"

"Me. Are you sure you want me?"

Was he serious? I sat up, making him get off of me.

"Would I have kissed you if I didn't?" I spoke a little louder this time.

"I just... I don't want to hurt you."

"Stop worrying about me. I'm a big girl, and I'm not going to get hurt if I don't want to."

"I worry about you all the time." He said brushing his fingers on my cheek. I pushed him back on the couch and got on top of him, straddling him. He placed his hands on the small of my back, and ran his fingers up and down. His eyes were tired, and he looked exhausted. I put both my hands on the side of his head, and got closer to his face.

"Jack. I want this. I want you." I whispered.

He smiled a little and then put his lips on mine.

Finally.