Page 120 of Losing Faith

Pressing me against the door harder, one hand travels to my ass, riding my dress up as he squeezes. It’s a battle to keep quiet but I do as I lift a leg to wrap around him, forcing him closer. When I feel the bulge in his pants, I shamelessly grind against him, one hand traveling up the front of his shirt while the other tugs at his hair.

Suddenly, the door behind me is pushed open, but with my weight against it, it closes. “Oh.”

I quickly pull away, dropping my leg from around him at the sound of his mother’s voice. Jackson buries his face in my neck.

“Sorry.”

“One second.”

We both say at the same time and I shut my eyes in defeat, silently cursing myself.

“Jackson?” his mom questions.

“Yeah, one second, Mom.”

I look over at him and his eyes are on the door. A few seconds pass before his shoulders sag. “She’s not leaving.”

My brows furrow. “I’m not going out there,” I whisper.

“I’m telling you,” he starts again. “She’s not leaving.” He lets out a sigh as he slowly moves his hand from under my dress and politely fixes it.

When he opens the door, I step behind him, my face on fire.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he tells his mom in a hushed voice as we step out of the bathroom. I keep my eyes low and try my best to hide behind him as he steps around his mother.

“Like you lied?” his mom counters.

“I didn’t. Wearefriends, we just—” he cuts himself off and it sounds like his mom is waiting for him to finish, but he doesn’t. Instead, a sigh takes the stead of his words.

“I hope you’re not this friendly with all of your friends.” She sounds like she wants to laugh and I never wanted to die more than I do right now. Shetotallyheard me.

“Are wereallygoing to do the whole Embarrass Jackson Thing right now? Really?”

There’s a beat of silence before she says, “Lissy, dear, are you spending the night?”

“Mom,”he warns and he too sounds embarrassed. “What does that have to do with anything or concern you?”

“I’m not spending the night,” I tell Jackson’s back since Istillcan’t bring myself to step around him. Either way, neither of them seem to be listening.

“Don’t be rude, Jackson. I’m only asking so I know if I need to pack her some food.”

“She’s eating here and I told you that. You asked because you’re a noisy, meddling mother and—stop doing that.” He takes a step away from her. He bumps into me, but quickly brings his hand behind himself and catches me.

“You had some lipstick on your face.”

Please, God, let me die now. I’ll get on my knees and beg.

“She’s not even wearing lipstick. Deja el relajo, por favor.” His perfect Spanish pulls a smirk onto my lips. I knew he was half Puerto Rican, and with his mom’s thick accent it’s clear he speaks Spanish with her often, but I haven’t heard him speak their native language and his accent is hot.

“You were right, happy? I lied. She’s not my friend.Enough.”

I hear herfinallywalking off with a laugh and I silently pray to God totake me out.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Jackson

WhenIturntoLisette,her face isscarlet.A quiet laugh erupts from me and the blush creeps onto her neck.

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