Ok, Ok I have been THE WORST Wattpad author :( I haven't uploaded in like three months :S
It's been mad with exams and school and urghhh just everything in general. I was going to upload ages ago but I kept getting severe cases of writers block and couldn't decide what to write o.O
But I'm back now ;)
Thanks so much for all your comments and votes on Chapter 19 and so many people messaged me on chat and on my profile asking me to upload etc! I promise never to leave it that long again :)
Anyways here's the chapter you've all been waiting for and I hope it's worth the wait!
PS: The actor for Rory Fair has now changed to Chad Michael Murray... cos I'm cool like that ;D
WARNING- Some sexual content is imminent.
I swallowed awkwardly. Could I really pour my heart out to this man I’d met less than an hour ago?
“It’s Jack, obviously. He... he won’t sleep with me until I’m seventeen,” I mumbled sadly. Rory’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at me.
“That’s nice.” He began to get up and I grabbed his arm.
“No! Seriously, I need some kind of plan to get him to sleep with me before my birthday.” Rory sighed and sat back down next to me.
“I don’t know! I’m not in touch with all those female plans torture men to be honest. And I don’t really find it appropriate to be talking about sex with my best friend’s girlfriend either.”
“Just please give me some advice and stop being such a fucking snob,” I replied, getting pissed off.
“Fuck. You.” he got up and stormed out of the room. What a drama queen!
“Overreacting American!” I called as I heard him go up the stairs and slam a bedroom door.
“Chloe...?” That beautiful voice said to me. We had just made love and he was holding me close to his chest. I sighed and nestled closer.
“Chloe? You awake?” He asked me. I opened my eyes and immediately blushed, seeing Jack’s denim blue eyes flashing in the dim light of the living room. I was having a dream in which I had just had wild sex with him and he’d probably seen the expressions on my face as I slept and everything. Ew!
“What... what time is it?” I mumbled, sitting up on the sofa and rubbing the back of head, not looking him in the face. Instead, I looked at the way his hair fell beautifully in disarray. I still couldn’t get over how beautiful everything about him was.
“Four in the morning.”
“Oh. So you’re back then?” I couldn’t keep the happiness out of my voice.
“I’m back.” Jack leaned forward and scooped my up into his arms, kissing the top of my head. I rested my head on his chest, just like I had in my dream, as he carried me to his room. My heart started to beat a bit faster as I saw the familiar seductive red walls and large bed.
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