Part 17

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Closing the door behind my friends I turn around and make my way towards the bedroom. I wonder... is he still mad about before? Maybe he doesn't want to see me right now? But... I touch the place on my forehead Jay kissed before. He did that infront of my friends... That makes my kind of really happy. Thinking that I stand before the door and smile to myself, probably blushing like the stupid girly idiot I am. Opening the door as quietly as possible I step inside.

"Jay? You awake?", I walk over to the other side of the bed and lie down, Jay facing the other way, which is something he never did before.

"Jay? Turn around", I tap him on the shoulder,"...please?"

No reaction.

"Please...", I lean my head against his back, so I can feel his warm skin,"I'm cold... and lonely"

"Stop sobbing", he turns around and puts his arm around me, pressing me against his six-pack.

"Are you still mad?"

"Mad? Why should I be mad?"

He loosens his grip so I can look up into his eyes. Even though it's dark, I can see his features just fine.

"B-because-"

Before I can finish my sentence, he seals my lips with his.

"...Jay...", out of breath, I try to push him away.

"What? You were the one who seduced me", he whispers, pushing me down on the bed.

"We shouldn't do this. Please", I try to free myself from his grip on my wrist, but he's too strong,"Look, I'm serious"

"And why is that?", he leans down to kiss me again, but I turn away.

"Don't laugh", I feel tears in my eyes and Jay let's go of me,"I-I'm... impotent"

"Yeah riiight"

Feeling a bit pissed because he doesn't believe me I turn around and stare at him, angrily,"It's true! You don't know how humiliating this is! You-!"

He covers my lips with his again, silencing me.

"If you are really impotent", he presses our bodies together,"Then what's that thing pressing against me?"

"What?"

Enjoying my confused expression, he chuckles as his hand slides across my cheek into my hair. Kissing me passionately while his other hand moves from my waist to my pants, unzipping them. 

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