Jake lay in his bed, the darkness of his room doing little to soothe his restless mind. His thoughts kept drifting to Ava, the 19-year-old water polo player who had captured his heart. He sighed, flipping onto his other side and punching his pillow in frustration. Why couldn't he get her out of his head?
A sudden noise outside his window caught his attention. Jake sat up, peering through the curtains and spotted Ava, her figure illuminated by the streetlight as she struggled to carry her equipment inside. He watched as she stumbled, dropping one of her bags and cursing under her breath.
Jake didn't hesitate. He threw on a pair of shorts and dashed outside, calling out to Ava as he approached. "Need some help?"
Ava looked up, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, it's just you. I didn't realize I had my own personal servant on call."
Jake rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but grin. "Well, consider yourself lucky. I'm in a generous mood tonight."
She handed him one of her bags, and they made their way inside. As they entered the apartment, Ava accidentally knocked over a vase, sending water spilling everywhere. Jake quickly grabbed a towel, dropping the bag he was holding and rushing to clean up the mess.
Ava watched him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're quite the multi-tasker, aren't you?"
He shrugged, trying to play it cool. "What can I say? I'm a man of many talents."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Prove it."
Jake looked at her, unsure of what she meant. Before he could ask, she grabbed the towel from his hand and flung it at him, drenching him in water. "How about a water fight?"
He sputtered, wiping the water from his face. "You're on."
The next few minutes were a blur of laughter and splashing as they engaged in their playful water fight. Ava used her water polo skills to drench Jake, who tried his best to retaliate. He soon found himself soaked from head to toe, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun.
As they continued to play, Jake accidentally slipped and fell, landing on top of Ava. They both froze, their faces close, their breaths mingling. Jake's heart pounded in his chest as he looked into Ava's eyes, her gaze intense and full of desire.
Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him. Jake responded eagerly, his hands tangling in her wet hair as they explored each other's mouths. The water fight was forgotten as they became lost in their passion.
Ava was the one to break the kiss, her eyes shining with mischief. "You're not so bad, Jake."
He grinned, feeling emboldened. "Neither are you."
She stood up, pulling him with her. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable."
Jake didn't need to be told twice. He followed her to her bedroom, his heart racing as she directed him to remove her wet bathing suit. He did as she asked, revealing her toned and athletic figure.
They continued to make love, with Ava taking control of the situation and directing Jake's movements. He was more than happy to oblige, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.
After they finished, Ava looked at him, her expression serious. "I have something to tell you, Jake."
He tensed, unsure of what she was going to say. "What is it?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
Jake stared at her, shock and fear coursing through him. "What? How?"
Ava gave him a small smile. "It's a long story. But the important thing is that I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
Jake swallowed, trying to process the news. "I don't know what to say."
She reached out, taking his hand. "You don't have to say anything. We'll figure it out together."
The chapter ended with Jake and Ava lying in bed, holding each other close as they began to plan for the future. Despite the unexpected news, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and excitement. He had Ava, and that was all that mattered.
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