I Volunteer | Jack Schlossberg | Friends to lovers

Philly, pt. 3

*Author's note: Do we like the story so far? Is the burn slow enough?? Is Jack making us feel giddy?

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"Welcome to my humble abode," Jack said as he gestured around his hotel room. "Whatd'ya think?"

"You do know our rooms are exactly the same, right?"

"Yes but mine is special because I'm in it," he said as he posed with the backs of his hands under his chin. They both looked around the room for a few seconds, avoiding each other's eyes. "Can I offer you any water, tea, soda, or coffee?" he said, breaking the silence, with his arm bent like a waiter.

"I'll take a water, kind sir," she replied with a smirk. He reached into his mini fridge and tossed her a water bottle. "Um, horrible service," she said as she caught the water. He laughed.

"Make yourself at home," he said, sitting down in the armchair in the corner of the room and kicking his feet up onto the ottoman. The only other seating option was on his bed, so she sat down as close to the edge as possible. "That is not making yourself at home, Annie," he said with a frown.

"Oh, sorry," she said as she scooted back no more than two inches. 

He stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her. Her heart was pounding. Then, he scooted back onto the bed until his legs were straightened. "See? This is how you properly, comfortably sit on a bed."

"Thank you for that demo," she said, looking back at him but not moving.

"So," he said, using his arms to prop himself up on the bed. "Do you think you'll answer that guy when he texts you?"

"Yeah, probably," she said with a shrug.

"Do you think you'll meet up in Boston?"

"I don't know, maybe. If he asks me to."

"I'm not sure about him, Annie. I got a weird vibe."

"From the two minutes you spent with him?"

He leaned his head to the left and dropped his chin forward. "Sometimes, you just know people."

Yeah, you do, she thought to herself. "Well I must not have gotten whatever vibe you picked up."

"You should probably just take my word for it then." He smiled.

"Jack, what are you doing? Why do you care?"

He scooched up next to her on the bed. "Why do I care? Are you joking?" His eyes moved back and forth between both of hers. "Because I care about you." He was so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheeks.

"Well that's sweet, but I can decide for myself who is or isn't good for me."

"Can you?" he said softly. It happened fast—one second their faces were inches apart, and then suddenly they weren't. Their lips moved quickly, and it only took a few seconds before Jack slipped his tongue into her mouth. He let out a low moan when their tongues touched.

He used his hand to steady her head while he took the lead, deepening the kiss. She felt like her mouth was on fire—there were sparks everywhere. She tried to listen for the angel on her shoulder, but her mind was completely blank, only focusing on the physical sensations she was experiencing—his right hand in her hair, his left hand above her knee, and his tongue exploring her mouth in a way that made the burning in her core start to spread.

It wasn't until his hand began to move up her thigh that the angel finally spoke up. Annie, no. This will mean more to you than it will to him. This is lust for him, not love. She pulled back from him and stood up quickly, adjusting her dress and covering her mouth with her hand.