Page 30 of A Heart Worth Finding
Unsteadily, Jack got his feet under him and rose, using Jessica as a crutch.
This wasn’t how she’d imagined her night—or vacation—going, but she figured there were worse ways to spend her time than with a ridiculously good looking guy draped over her, even if he was drunk as hell.
The trip up to Jack’s room was slow and laborious, and they received more than a few questioning, dirty, and openly judgemental looks as they trudged through the lobby. The stairs were the trickiest part to navigate, but Jack seemed to regain some control of his motor skills, and he used the railing as well as Jessica to aid his ascent.
“What’s your room number?” Jessica asked. Past knowing it was on the third floor, she was walking blind here.
“Uhh…” Jack’s eyes and forehead crinkled as he screwed up his face in concentration. “Three-four-seven,” he said finally.
Room 347 happened to be at the opposite end of the long hall, about a hundred feet from where they’d entered. With a world-weary sigh, Jessica started walking, Jack’s weight growing heavier and heavier by the second.
When they finally reached his room—and he shuffled in his pockets for his key so long that Jessica was certain he didn’t have it—they let themselves in.
Unsurprisingly, the room was a disaster. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the entirety of the floor, and Jessica gave zero fucks about whether they were clean or not as she trudged over them.
“Which bed is yours?”
“Window,” Jack said.
Of course.
Thankfully, the room wasn’t all that big, and she made quick work of the distance between them and the bed. Jack dumped himself on it without fanfare, flipping onto his back and peering at her through heavily lidded eyes.
“So how about that blow job,” he said with a lazy smirk, his hands moving to his fly.
“In your dreams.”
“But you said…” He tried to sit up several times, failing miserably with each new attempt until he finally gave up, throwing his arm over his face.
“That was just to get you out of that cab,” she said. “My work here is done.”
She turned to go, wondering if she should go to bed, or try to head back out and meet Bethani and the rest of Jack’s friends, but Jack mumbling “sunshine” stalled her.
“Yeah?” she asked, moving to his bedside.
“Thank you.”
She softened, bending to plant a lingering kiss on his forehead. “Good night, Jack.”
“Good night,” he said, then turned onto his side and promptly passed out.
Again, she moved to leave, but stilled once more.
She wasn’t going back out, and she wasn’t going back to her room without Bethani. That would invite too many questions from their moms. So she shot Bethani a text—thankful they’d splurged on the international data plan for this trip—telling her where she’d be when they returned to the resort.
Then, she crawled onto the bed and curled up next to Jack, once again draping his big, heavy arm over her body, its comforting weight and the way he nuzzled her hair before settling again lulling her to sleep.
NOW: October 13, 2023
“Are you sure youneed me to go with you?” Jessica asked.
Seeing as they were already halfway to Munn, the ship for getting out of this little excursion had already sailed, but still…she tried.
“Yes!” Kenzie said, clearly exasperated by Jessica’s reluctance. “Now stop asking. I promise, you’re going to have a blast. Hockey games are the best.”
Jessica didn’t share her siblings’ obsession with the sport, and found it difficult to get excited about sitting in a freezing arena watching grown men chase after a tiny piece of rubber.
And the fact that Jack would be playing did little to lighten her dark mood.
