Book One- I Don't Understand

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Jack finished putting back Sam's clothes and his own at 1:00 in the morning before returning to Sam who was sound asleep. She looks so peaceful, Jack thought, moving a stray hair out of her face. He climbed in behind her and got himself situated under the covers. Jack turned to be looking at Sam's back and kissed her shoulder.
He bit his lip and flushed a crimson as he wrapped his arms around Sam's slim waist, pulling her backside closer to him so they were touching. He buried his face into the back of her hair and gave it a small smell. It smells like roses during a rainy day, he said to himself.
He pulled his face away and rested it onto the pillow. "Why did we agree to this family? I even told her everything would be ok.. now look what situation we're in.. I'm so, so sorry Sam," he whispered. Sam shifted her sleep position and slowly placed her hand on top of Jack's, slipping in her fingers to intertwine with his. She rubbed his knuckles. "It's ok, Jack. It isn't your fault."
Jack sighed. "Yes it is. I told you everything would be ok.. now look where we are."
Sam gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze. "It's fine, Jack. Don't worry about it."
Jack shook his head. "Y-You're right.. I just need sleep.. I need to get today out of my brain."
Sam slowly shook her head. "Yeah. Me too."
The two fell asleep, bodies against each other for the rest of the night.

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Jack felt a cold breeze hit his chest as morning light shone through the bedroom window. (Here is a pic of the bedroom)

Jack stirred awake and opened his eyes, looking across the bottom half of the room. He got off the bed and walked over to the ladder, climbing up to look at where his bed was. No one. He climbed back down and wandered out the door to the winding staircase. "Sam?" he called. "JACK! GET DRESSED AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE. I'M STARVING," Mark yelled. Rolling his eyes, Jack sluggishly went into his room and threw on a tight red shirt, black jeans, and black converse high tops. He went down the stairs and was met with a Mark in baggy sweat pants, no shirt and a Felix with a rock band shirt and his boxers.
"Guys.. could u at least put on a shirt and pants," Jack said, walking past the two men and into the kitchen. Jack felt a body press against his back and then hands caressing his ass. He threw his head back and bit his lip, blushing as he felt Mark's gaze burning through him. "F-Felix.. get off me," Jack pleaded.
Felix didn't budge. He grabbed Jack's hair and spanked him, making the kitchen echo with a smack sound. Jack groaned and gripped the counter top. "S-Stop!"
Felix bucked his hips behind Jack, biting his earlobe. "Don't EVER tell me what do do again, slave." Jack nodded and was knocked to the ground with a foot slamming into his calf. Groaning, he rubbed his leg and looked at Felix who was making out with Mark, holding the middle finger to him.