Book One- I Don't Understand

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(Sam is the picture above)
Sam sat listening to the rain and began to read a book when a knock came from the doorframe. "Yes, Master?" Sam said.
There was a chuckle. "Sam? Are you on my bed?"
Her face flushed crimson. "H-Hey Jack.. didn't know that was you."
Jack smirked. "I thought it was cute. You became so used to that word now."
Sam giggled and looked back out the window as Jack looked down at her sketch. Wow.. she can really draw, Jack thought. He carefully put a finger on the ink and made sure it wasn't wet before closing the book cover tossing it over the railing and onto her bed, along with her pencil. "Jack," she whined, "why did you do that?"
Jack smiled. "It was taking up space that I need."
Sam was about to protest when she just grunted. I can't argue with him, he's too cute, she thought. She went down the ladder and went to get her drawing book when Jack pressed against her back. "J-Jack," she gasped, "what are you doing?"
Jack carefully turned her around and advanced forward, making Sam walk backward with her hands out and placed against his chest. "J-Jack stop. I'm s-serious."
Sam's back tapped the wall. Her and Jack's face were merely inches away from each other. Jack blushed a red. "S-Sam.. I have.. um.. well.. I like you, Sam. Not in the friend manor. Something more."
Her jaw dropped. "Wait.. you're serious?!"
He nodded biting his lip.
"I feel the same way, Jack."
Jack's eyes lit up. "You do?"
Sam nodded, biting her lip.
Jack did a little grin and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close for a passionate kiss. Sam was shocked and then melted into the kiss quite quickly. It went from small pecks to a hot make-out session. Jack's hands slithered to be gripping Sam's ass, making her moan into Jack's mouth. He softly bit her bottom lip, asking for an entrance which she obliged. Jack held the back of her thigh, bringing it up to his hip and giving it squeezes. She rubbed his neck with her hands and then ran them down his clothed chest.
"Jack," she said between a kiss, "your shirt is in the way."
Jack smirked and dropped her leg carefully, pulling away from the kiss slowly. Sam opened her eyes and slipped her hand up Jack's shirt to feel his toned abs. She lifted the shirt off his head, throwing it onto her bed.
It's going down, Jack thought.