Our Little Secret

Chapter 47

Sarah
"Ha! I told you that I would beat you." I scream and do a victory pose in the air.

"Oh, whatever. You just got lucky."

We are playing a racing game, since it is easier to compete in, and I have won five times in a row. I am a geek, I know.

"This only proves that you have no life." Jack states and I poke my tongue at him. "Mature," he says ironically and I smile sweetly at him.

"I know. I am very mature."

"That's a lie."

"Is not."

"Don't start that again," he sighs and I raise my brows.

"Start what?"

"The whole: is not, is too, is not... And so on," he mimics my voice. Well, he tries to, but fails.

"I don't sound like that."

"Whatever, don't start that shit again."

"I might will, if you hate it that much." I threaten, tapping my index finger against my lip.

"Do that and I will bring you into the shower and personally make you soaking wet."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?" He lifts a brow and looks heatedly at me. Instantly my mouth goes dry and my cheeks get hot.

"No, you wouldn't?" It was supposed to be a statement, but it sounds more like a question.

"I think I would." He says huskily and starts crawling towards me on the bed.

"Jack." I say warningly and back up my bed, only to be locked on the spot when I hit the wall. If I try and get off the bed Jack will surely catch me, since he is close enough, and can just throw himself at me.

"Don't take another step towards me." I warn him, bringing up my index finger.

"Or what?"

"Or..." Crap, what can I do? Searching for clues, I look around my room, and realise I am still holding the controller in my hand. "I'll throw my controller at you!"

Jack only shakes his head. "That's not a good idea," he smiles slowly at me. "You see, that will only piss me off and we wouldn't want that." He murmurs and I gulp.

"Jack, please remember what I told you earlier."

This makes him stop in his pace and frown at me. "What do you mean?"

"That I need space." I say meaningly and put my hands in front of me, forming a cube.

"Come on, Sarah, you can't be serious." The stern, angry look is back and I roll my eyes.

"Not really, only a little bit." I tell him, leaning forward and giving him a peck on the lips. "But can we please do something else than just lie here and make out? I nearly die of a too high heart rate every time we do."

"Because I am such a good kisser?" Jack asks confidently with a smirk.

"No, it is more because I am terrified that mum will walk in on us."

"Of course it is," he sighs and leans back.

"But, you are a good kisser." I giggle like a small girl, embarrassing I know, and stand up.

"Where are you going?"

"Downstairs, I won't risk staying in here with you."

"You only see me as a horny teenager," he sulks.