Kennedy's P.O.V.
I awoke the next morning wrapped in Jack's arms, on his basement couch, with his shirt on and the project supplies scattered all over the place. What happened last night? Luckily I woke up to the alarm on my cell phone and quickly shut it off and moved off the couch enough to wake Jake. As I got up to look for my bag with extra clothes in just in case I ended up spending the night, but obviously not like that. I ran up the stairs without acknowledging Jack was even there. I was supper confused as to what happened last night. All I remember was sitting on the couch with my laptop typing up the final part of the paper. Maybe Jack new, but I didn't want to ask and seem like I should remember. SHIT!!! Sammy, oh my God I totally forgot about Sammy! What if I cheated on him? No I wouldn't do that right? Not with Jack? I mean of all people, but let's be real here for a second Jack is really attractive.
As I finished getting changed in the bathroom I walked back downstairs to find Jack not there. I figured he went up to his room to shower and get ready for school. I packed up the project and all the supplies and walked out to put everything in my car. As I walked back into the house I noticed Jack in the kitchen. He made me a poptart, knowing that is the only thing I have eaten for breakfast since the 5th grade. I thanked him and sat down at the island in the kitchen. I figured now would be the best time to ask. "Soo....umm..Jack...what happened last night that I...umm...ended up in your arms and your t-shirt?" I asked nervously.
"Well to be honest Kennedy, I wish I could give you an answer to that but I don't know either. But I know we didn't have sex so don't think you cheated on Sammy."
Pwh that was good to know that I didn't cheat on Sammy, but part of me felt like I did. I nodded my head and told Jack that we needed to leave for school or we would be late again. As I got into my car and cranked up the music, I thought the whole situation on my drive to school. Even though I don't remember how I got on the couch, in Jack's t-shirt or even in his arms, it was nice waking up to Jack. It was different from Sammy. Like the feeling, it was safer and warmer and more welcoming. I felt love. Okay now I am just being silly and completely over thinking this whole situation.
