Crossing the line

After some time in his room, we slowly released each other from the hug as Jack gazed at me sadly before making a move to get closer. unaware of his intentions, I watched him intently, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension.

Then, to my utter astonishment, his lips met mine in a sudden and unexpected kiss. Shocked by his actions, and surprisingly, I almost kissed him back but I pushed him away immediately, my mind reeling with confusion and disbelief.

"No, we can't," I asserted firmly, trying to process what had just happened. Jack looked at me for a moment before nodding in understanding, his expression reflecting a mixture of resignation and regret.

"I get it now. You love Kelvin, and you're still with him, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with sadness.

"Yes, I am," I whispered, confirming his suspicion. With that acknowledgment, the conversation seemed to come to an abrupt halt, leaving an unspoken tension lingering in the air.

 It's been weeks since Kelvin and I started dating, and a lot has happened in that time. Faith left for a vacation with her parents, and she won't be back anytime soon, after Jenny cheated on Jack, he ended things with her the next day. She was furious, blaming me for leading him to the restroom where he caught her in the act. Well, guilty as charged, but honestly, she deserved to be caught cause I've kind of warned her about it.

 Her actions were not fair; using Jack for her benefit was something serious.

On the other hand, Kelvin and I are doing well. He was truly the best guy I could ever ask for in my life. He's supportive, caring, and just an all-around amazing boyfriend.

 I've been encouraging him to study more because, let's face it, Kelvin tends to prefer playing over hitting the books. But as the best girlfriend in the world, I have to make sure he's on track academically, even if it means some playful nudging to get him there. Funny how love can motivate you to do things you never thought you would, right?

 Meanwhile, Jack and I grew closer since the incident with Jenny. We talk every night before bed, and most of the time, we study together. It's a strange but comforting routine we've developed. Despite what happened between us, I couldn't help but wonder why he kissed me that day. I know he doesn't have any feelings for me, so what was his motive?

"Want to go for a swim?" Jack's voice interrupted my thoughts as I glanced at him through the window before smiling 

And why would I want to swim with you?" I replied, incredulous.

"And what's wrong with that?" he asked, leaning against his window.

"Nothing. It's just surprising" I admitted, still shocked by his invitation.

"I know what you're thinking, but please that's not my intention he said with a playful smirk.

"Oh? And what's that?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"You think I want to check out your ass," he said bluntly, causing us both to burst into laughter again.

"I mean, yes, at least most of the time, I said, knowing fully well he was guilty of it.

"Okay, okay, but seriously do you want to swim?" he asked, his tone more serious now.

"And if I say no? What would you do about it?" I asked, enjoying the tension 

"It's simple. I'll just carry you and throw you into the cold water," he replied with a mischievous grin.

"You wouldn't dare!" I exclaimed, laughing at the image he painted.

"I promise I won't look at your ass," he added, trying to reassure me.

"I'll hold you to that," I said with a smirk, knowing fully well that he was probably lying. I've caught him countlessly sneaking glances before.

"Alright, I'll get dressed," I said, accepting his invitation.

"Whose pool are we using?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Mine," I replied, earning a playful eye roll from him.

I closed my windows and then slipped into a bikini top and shorts, taking a moment to admire myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile—I felt beautiful and confident, and I knew it.

I walked to the pool to find Jack already there, lounging on a chair. As soon as he saw me, a wide grin spread across his face. He couldn't stop staring at me.

"Seriously?" I asked as I rolled my eyes

"It's not what you're thinking," he insisted with a playful glint in his eyes.

 Ok ok fine so who's going in first I asked 

"You of course he chuckled before pushing me into the water.

I hadn't expected it, but I decided to play along and pretend to struggle to swim, listening to his laughter.

"I'm not dumb, I know you can swim. I've seen you multiple times," he called out, but I decided to play along, so I stayed submerged and played the prank a little longer.

"Your joke is so funny," I heard him say, but despite his attempt at humor, there was still no response from me. 

"You're getting me scared," he said, as his tone shifted to concern, followed by a sense of urgency. 

"It's not funny anymore," he said, and then I heard the splash as he dove into the water. Feeling his hands on my waist, he pulled me out of the pool.

"Oh shit," his voice was filled with fear and panic as he tried to assess the situation and I couldn't help but suppress a laugh.

"What the fuck am I gonna do?" He muttered his voice barely a whisper as he tried to figure out the next steps. His hands pressed against my chest, trying to expel any water from my lungs. It was both endearing and amusing at the same time.

"Oh shit," he muttered again, this time fearfully

Then, I heard him contemplate the idea of giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

But as he leaned closer, I snapped out of my act and reacted instinctively. My hands met his face with a sharp slap.

But his expression shifted from concern to anger immediately. "I'm sorry," I quickly apologized, realizing my mistake.

Instead of accepting my apology, he stood up abruptly and started walking away, clearly upset by my reaction.

Feeling guilty for my rash action, I followed him, desperately trying to apologize. But he was walking too fast, so I struggled to keep up with him.

"I am sorry, seriously," I pleaded, but he showed no sign of stopping and I couldn't shake off the guilt of having struck him so hard when he was only trying to help. I trailed him, persistently attempting to apologize, but he remained unmoved. 

"I'm genuinely sorry," I pleaded, but he quickened his pace. Upon entering his house, I saw him nearing the staircase, prompting me to dash after him. I managed to reach his door just before he could close it.

"I know my reaction was too much, but please believe me, I truly regret it," I expressed, but he remained silent.

 "Common Jack," I called out, standing just behind him, I am so sorry, and I promise I won't lay a hand on you again; I....."

But before I could finish my sentence, he surprised me with a sudden kiss again.

Wait, what!? And the worst part of it is that I found myself responding to the kiss.