Jack's point of view
I don't know what I was thinking when I said yes.
I mean, Finn was obviously checking out that waiter, which is about as fuckboy as one can get.
But Finn was still smiling at me, not smirking, and he wasn't doing it on purpose. It was real. And that was what drew me in and made me think that he might have liked me more than just a fuck, even if I wanted to fuck him too.
He led me into his house as I sent a text to my mom saying I was with a friend. We walked up the stairs to his neat bedroom, him leading me to his bed. "Wanna watch a movie? You can choose this time."
I examined his room. His bed had black bedding on it and his desk was covered with textbooks and piles of homework and a stack of papers that all had big red A's plastered on them.
His window sat wide open, a cool breeze entering the room as Finn got closer to me like he had when we were at my house.
I put on How the Grinch Stole Christmas, shrugging as I tossed the remote to the foot of the bed.
"Princess, Christmas was five months ago."
"Okay, and? Do you have a problem with me spreading around some holly-jolly spirit at any time of the year? Fucking grinch you are, Finnlard," I crossed my arms, pretending to be angry at his lack of absolute Christmas spirit.
He cooed and jokingly brought my head to his shoulder, rocking us back and forth. "Sorry Jack, I promise I'm not the grinch!"
I giggled, me cheeks heating up as he let go of my face but kept his arm hooked around my shoulder.
I got bored a few minutes into the movie, and I looked up and saw that Finn was into it. He looked down at me and met my eyes a few moments later, letting a wide grin take over his face. It's not like he was fighting it.
I remembered the last time we were in this position.
I wasn't not trying to get my feelings hurt, but I found myself leaning in and I didn't even try to stop myself.
Finn didn't crash our lips together like he did the last time, and I don't think he knew. He kissed me softly for a few moments before pulling apart and smiling at me, putting his hand right behind my ear and tangling his fingers in my hair.
He laid me down on the bed, continuing to kiss me but hesitating to see if I'd make him stop. I didn't.
Finn's point of view
When Jack let me lay him down on the bed I knew that money was as good as mine.
And the best part about it was that I could go onto that cute waiter within, what, twenty-four hours? It only takes a few seconds to break a heart, so.
I knew for sure Jack's heart would be broken once I "broke up" with him even though we weren't a thing. I know his type, they say they won't be affected but they don't know how attached they are.
It's funny sometimes, how naive people could be. I almost laughed into Jack's mouth at the thought as I kissed him.
Something about me just...didn't feel right though. Knowing what I would do to Jack. I ignored it and tried to lift up his shirt.
His hands immediately went to my wrists, grabbing them and pulling them away. I stopped the kiss.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head, sitting up and adjusting his shirt and hair. His lips were swollen and his tan skin had turned red. "Don't do that. I'm not ready."
