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Chapter 29: Unexpected Interruptions
Sam lay sprawled across her bed, staring at her phone. The screen glowed with Jon's contact, his name taunting her. She wanted to call him—God, she missed him—but every time she hovered her thumb over the call button, something stopped her.
It had been two days since she dropped him off at the Pritchett house. Two days since she acted like a crazy jealous girlfriend. She wasn't even the jealous type! Or at least, she thought she wasn't.
But Jon—Jon brought out things in her she didn't even know existed.
She groaned, throwing her phone onto the pillow beside her. Why am I like this?
She wasn't mad at Jon. Not at all. It wasn't his fault that he was frustratingly perfect. She was embarrassed—mortified—by how she had snapped at him, accused him of being experienced like it was some kind of crime, and then kissed him angrily before kicking him out of her car.
Who does that?
She sighed, flipping onto her stomach. Football practice had to be over by now. If she wasn't such a coward, she would've driven over there and—
Her phone rang.
Sam's head snapped up.
Jon.
Her heart leaped as she scrambled to pick it up, taking a second to steady herself before answering.
"Hey," she said, trying to sound casual.
"I'm at your front door," Jon said.
Her breath caught. "You're—" She bolted upright, her brain short-circuiting.
Jon was here?
"Oh," she said, fighting back a very undignified squeal. "Uh. Be right there."
Hanging up, she danced in place, pure joy bursting through her body. Then, realizing how ridiculous she looked, she forced herself to calm down before heading downstairs.
When she opened the door, Jon stood there, grinning, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
Flowers.
For her.
The warmth in her chest expanded, nearly overwhelming her.
Jon held out the bouquet. "These are for you."
Before he could say anything else, Sam blurted out, "I'm sorry."
Jon blinked. "For what?"
"For—" She groaned, rubbing her temple. "For being a psycho the other day. For accusing you of being some kind of player. For kicking you out of my car like a crazy person."
Jon chuckled. "Sam, it was no big deal."
She scoffed. "I literally kicked you out of my car."
"And I still had a great time," he said smoothly. "Also, for the record? You looked incredible when you were jealous."
Sam melted.
Just like that, every ounce of her embarrassment, every moment of self-recrimination, vanished.
"Shut up," she muttered, grabbing his collar and pulling him inside. She locked the door behind him before dragging him toward her bedroom.
Jon just laughed. "Not even gonna let me get a word in, huh?"
"Nope," she said, kicking her bedroom door shut.
And then she kissed him.
The moment their lips met, all of Sam's doubts, worries, and embarrassment melted away.
She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until now. It had only been two days, but it felt so much longer. Two days of overthinking, of replaying their last conversation in her head, of berating herself for being that girl. But now, with Jon's lips on hers, his warmth surrounding her, she didn't care about anything except the fact that he was here.
Jon kissed her back just as fiercely, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her against him. His hands slid over her back, fingers teasing the hem of her shirt before slipping beneath it, his touch burning in the best way possible.
She shivered as his fingertips trailed over her spine, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She clutched at his shoulders, deepening the kiss as she pressed herself against him. He groaned softly into her mouth, and the sound alone sent heat pooling in her stomach.
Before she could even think, Jon was guiding her backward, and she let herself fall onto the bed, pulling him down with her.
Their lips never parted as they tumbled onto the mattress. Jon's weight was warm and solid above her, his hands bracing against the bed as he kissed her like he had all the time in the world. Sam tangled her fingers in his messy black hair, tugging just enough to earn a low hum of approval from him.
He tasted like mint and something distinctly Jon—familiar, intoxicating, and completely hers.
His lips left hers only to trail down the curve of her jaw, his breath warm against her skin as he moved to her neck. He kissed just beneath her ear, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Jon smirked against her skin. "Miss me?"
Sam huffed out a breathless laugh. "Shut up and—"
She never finished the sentence.
Jon's hands moved lower, and every coherent thought in her mind vanished.
He wasn't rushing. That was the worst part. He took his time, teasing her with slow, deliberate touches, like he was memorizing every little reaction she made. It was infuriating. It was unfair.
And it was so good.
Her breath hitched as his hands moved expertly over her body, tracing over every sensitive spot with ease. She had no idea how he was this good—whether it was natural talent or something else entirely—but she wasn't about to question it.
All she could do was hold on to him as her body burned under his touch.
Jon shifted, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.
Her heart stuttered.
She didn't even realize she was gripping his shirt until he pulled back slightly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. The way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing in the world—made her entire body melt.
She wanted him closer.
No, she needed him closer.
She tugged him down into another kiss, pouring every bit of her longing into it. Jon responded instantly, matching her intensity as his hands continued their slow, devastating exploration of her body.
Her breath came out in short, shaky gasps between kisses. The way he touched her, the way he knew exactly how to make her come undone—it was driving her insane, unraveling her with every movement.
She wasn't even sure how much time had passed, only that he had wrecked her completely, leaving her breathless, shaking, and utterly at his mercy.
Then, just as she was about to pull him up and take things even further, she heard it.
The unmistakable sound of the front door opening.
Her entire body froze.
Jon must've sensed the shift because he pulled back, his brows furrowing. "What's—"
Sam slapped a hand over his mouth, her eyes wide with horror.
Her parents were home.
And she and Jon were in her bedroom.
On her bed.
Her face drained of color as she whispered, "My parents."
Jon's eyes widened.
And that was when she panicked.