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chapter 30

I woke up with a major headache, and my eyes felt swollen. I stretched and blinked away the sleep. I looked to my left and saw a sleeping Jack. I might as well make myself useful and make some breakfast. I crawled out of bed as quietly as I could and got some shorts on. I looked back and saw Jack, still sound asleep. Poor him, he was up all night with me. I feel selfish, and weak. He doesn't deserve that. I looked back, and opened the door.

When I got down stairs, I walked in the kitchen and got the pancake mix out, and then the chocolate chips. I started getting the eggs ready, and got out the bacon. Shit, I am house wife material. When all was done, I thought I should wake up Jack. 

I trotted up stairs, and opened his door. I looked at his bed, and saw no one there. That's when I heard singing. I smiled to myself at the thought of the first time I gave him a ride home, and heard him sing. He sounds beautiful. I walked over to the door, and slowly opened it. It was hot and misty, and the curtain was slightly opened to where I could see his back. I bit my lip as I trailed down and saw his ass. I leaned over a little, but then, of course because why wouldn't it happen to me, slipped and landed on my face.

"Ow." I whimpered to myself, as I was trying to sit up.

"Blake, are you okay?" Jack asked as he turned the water off and stepped out, not even bothering to get a towel.

I didn't want to look, but I also kind of did. I glanced at it, and quickly looked away. He helped me up, and looked at my head. His elbow was blocking my vision, so I just looked up at his eyes. I was blushing, and trying really hard not to look down.

"Are you okay clumsy?" He laughed, and stepped back.

I had full on view of it, and started a little smile. I felt the heat come on my cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm fine... but um..." I trailed while glanced at it before looking up.

He looked confused, and then got it. He looked down, and then smiled and grabbed a towel.

"My bad. Not like you haven't seen any before." He assumed while wrapping it around his waist.

I stayed quiet. He was wrong, I've never seen one. Well, I have in pictures because of the pervs that send me them, but I haven't seen one in real life.

He saw me look down, and spoke. "You've seen one right?"

"Um, no. Not in real life." I blushed.

"Shit Blake. You serious?" He started laughing.

"It's not funny you dick." I put my head on my hands and started giggling myself.

"No. Babe. Babe. I'm sorry. You're right it's not funny." He put my hands down, and looked at me.

"Yeah, it is really." I said laughing. I turned around and walked out. He followed behind me, and turned me around. 

"It's cute. Like adorable." He kissed all over my face.

I playfully pushed him off, and walked away.

"I made you breakfast you asshole." I said as I kept walking.

"Glad you got to see mine first by the way!" He yelled as I left the room. "Yeah, they don't all look this good!"

I laughed, and went downstairs and smiled to myself as started to eat my pancakes.

Shit, I gotta talk to Samantha about this.