"Idris," Jack called me from his room. When did he come to his room? I quit the idea of showering and slipped into a tank top and pajamas. When I opened the door of his room, he is shirtless and leans on his headboard. "Idris," his voice is so soft, that makes my knees week. "Can you give me a head massage, I'm so tired and whacked. Please" he plea.
"Sure, Jack." I said. I can't go backside of the bed as there is a wall. So I tried to stand, but Jack grabbed my hand and turned me to the bed, sitting crossed his leg, and he turned and leaned on his head on my breast. I froze in a place, his entire back is touching my body, my breath fastens, my heart is beating loud, I bet he can hear my heart pounding. When I didn't move, he looks at me over his head, his hair is brushing my t-shirt.
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