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Chapter 26: The Ride Home
Jon sat in the passenger seat of Sam's car, staring out the window with a dazed, far-off expression.
The world outside blurred past him, the streetlights casting long shadows over the sidewalks, but he barely noticed. His mind was still trapped in her bedroom, replaying every touch, every whisper, every moment that had led to the absolute, mind-melting experience they had just shared.
His body still felt warm from it.
His lips twitched into a smile—one that refused to go away.
Jon wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this way before.
It wasn't just the physical part, though that had been beyond incredible. It was the connection. The way their bodies had moved together so naturally, as if they had been made for each other. The way Sam had looked at him—so beautiful, so raw, so perfectly in the moment.
Jon exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair.
He had never been this happy.
And, honestly? He still couldn't believe that Sam—his Sam—was his.
"Are you gonna keep grinning like that all night, or should I be worried you've gone catatonic?"
Jon blinked and turned his head.
Sam was smirking at him, one hand on the wheel, eyes flickering between him and the road.
Her hair was a little messier than usual.
And Jon could still see the faintest trace of his own handiwork—a slight flush on her lips, the way her skin seemed to glow.
He leaned back in his seat, stretching slightly. "Can't help it," he admitted. "I'm just... happy."
Sam's smirk softened, just a little. "Yeah?"
Jon turned his head fully to her now, his voice quiet but certain. "Yeah."
The car pulled into the driveway of the Pritchett house.
Sam shifted into park, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air was thick with something unspoken, something still lingering from earlier.
Jon turned towards her, reaching out slowly.
Sam met him halfway.
Their lips pressed together—not urgent, not rushed, just gentle.
And yet, even with that softness, the intensity was there.
Jon could feel it in the way Sam's fingers curled against his hoodie, the way her breath hitched slightly when he deepened the kiss.
When they pulled apart, Sam was looking at him through half-lidded eyes, her smirk returning.
"Well," she said teasingly. "That was fun."
Jon chuckled, still feeling high off of her. "I hope we have fun more often."
And then—
The teasing glint in Sam's eyes vanished.
Something shifted.
Jon barely had a second to register the change before Sam's tone dropped, her voice slow and measured.
"You were... really good, Jon."
Jon blinked. That should be a good thing, right?
But somehow, Sam sounded... angry?
He frowned slightly. "Uh... thanks?"
Sam's grip on the wheel tightened. "So," she said, tilting her head, "how much practice did you get before this?"
Jon's brain stalled.
Oh.
Oh.
Sam was jealous.
He opened his mouth to respond automatically—I was a virgin before you—because it was technically true. In this life.
But—
In his previous life... that wasn't the case.
He had been with women before. Not many, but enough. And now, suddenly, that made everything complicated.
Jon hesitated.
Sam noticed.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Oh," she said flatly. "So that's how it is."
Before Jon could even think of a way to explain, Sam grabbed his hoodie, yanked him forward, and kissed him.
Hard.
This wasn't soft. This wasn't gentle.
It was possessive.
It was angry.
And god, was it hot.
Jon barely had time to react before she pulled away just as suddenly, her glare sharp.
"Get out."
Jon stared. "Wait—"
"Out."
Jon barely had time to unbuckle his seatbelt before Sam literally shoved him out of the car.
He stumbled onto the pavement, caught himself, and turned—
Only to see Sam already shifting into reverse, her jaw tight.
She rolled down the window just enough to say, "See you tomorrow, player."
And then—
She was gone.
Jon stood there, hands on his hips, staring at the spot where her car had just been.
For a few seconds, he was genuinely confused.
Then—
He laughed.
A full, deep, amused laugh.
Sam was adorable when she was jealous.
Shaking his head, still grinning, Jon turned and made his way inside.