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5 more minutes (part 2)

His fingers were warm and calloused from his constant playing. I couldn't help but shiver slightly as they ran lightly down my arm as he pulled me back onto his bed. I couldn't even believe what was happening. I was in Jake Kiszka's bed. Holy shit. Why did he want me to stay? I felt a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he liked me back in some capacity. Then I had to remind myself that jake had probably had dozens of girls in this bed, all thinking the same things I was. Why was I so fucking jealous? He hadn't even done anything. Just touched my arm. I was snapped out of my thoughts by his perfect lips curling up into a smile. "What are you thinking about so hard?" I hesitated and decided to go for it," Jake, why am I still in your bed? Why do you want me here?" He looked at me with widened eyes and smirked. "Are you serious Y/N? " he hesitated and sighed, then reached his hand out grab mine. "Because I fucking like you." I breathed in and the words just hung in the air above my head. Before I could stop myself the words came spilling out," Jake I don't know if that's true. And if it is, why me? You've dated so many girls, and they never last. How do I know this won't be the same? I've liked you for years. I want this to be real, if it even is anything." He opened his mouth and no words came out. I looked into his beautiful eyes, and I could see the pain and hurt held there. "Jake, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to sound like that." I reached out for him but he pulled back slightly. "I get it, but how could you say that Y/N? I've only dated a couple of people and suddenly I'm some player?" His eyes were beginning to hold some flames, " They've never lasted because they weren't you. Jesus Christ. I never made a move because you and Ronnie were so close, and I didn't want to ruin anything. I can't believe you think I'm some fuckboy." He was sitting up now. I moved towards him again," Jake wait please. I've always liked you. I'm so sorry. I  was just scared that this wouldn't mean anything to you. I didn't mean to sound like such a bitch." He finally stopped his movements. "Jake I'm really sorry." I inched closer and closer and eyed his plump and beautiful lips. I looked back to his eyes, and finally my gaze traveled back to his parted lips. Time seemed to slow, and I finally pressed my lips to his. He stilled for a moment, but then reciprocated with so much passion that I could hardly think. He was so good. His tongue brushed against mine, and he wove his fingers into my hair, lightly pulling there, and I couldn't help but quietly moan into his mouth. I felt him grin against me, and I was in such bliss that I barely heard the door open and Ronnie walking in, "What the FUCK YOU GUYS!"