explain this one to him without avoiding another unnecessary trip to the hospital.
“I know I don’t need to,” he said, closing the door behind him and leaning his back against the wall, our legs almost side by side. I kept my gaze forward; if I looked at him and saw those damn eyes staring at me, I didn’t know if I would be able to withhold the truth, and I truly needed to.
He cleared his throat and turned to look at me. “I want to, Cassie,” he said quietly.
“Why?” I asked curiously.
“You look afraid, and I just don’t want you to have to be scared alone okay?”
I lifted my gaze and turned so that I was face-to-face with him. “Okay,” I answered him. “I hope you know how much I appreciate it.”
“I do.” He gently tucked a piece of my loose hair behind my ear. My heart stood still. It was a small thing to do, but he had no clue about the powerful impression it just had on me. “So.” He arched his brow, peering at me with eyes that wanted answers.
I should have known that was coming. I needed to come up with a lie and quick. I took in a deep breath and pulled an answer together. “I think I felt sick because I need to eat something,” I told him. It wasn’t necessarily a lie either. I was so hungry it really was making me feel sick.
He let his brow down. “Good answer. I was about to take you back in, you know? I don’t like seeing you sick.”
“I know Jase, I know.” I was beginning to see even more, how caring he was when it came to my health. I just couldn’t understand why.
He cocked his head to the side and peered at me. “What did you just call me?” he asked.
I didn’t realize I had, but I guess I just gave him a nickname. I slumped down against the wall, feeling awkward and wondering if he wasn’t happy that I just shortened his name for him. “I called you Jase. Is that okay?” I asked coyly.
A smile swept across his face, all his pearly whites beaming just like his eyes. He stood up and lowered his hand in front of me, helping me up.
“It’s definitely okay,” he said approvingly.
“Good,” I replied.
“Breakfast or lunch?” he asked. Food, yes food.
“Honestly, you pick, I just need something,” I said.
“Okay then, breakfast just so happens to be my favorite meal of the day and one of the things I can cook. You better prepare yourself for the best breakfast you’ve ever had Sweetheart.”
“Can’t wait,” I said, hardly believing I was about to have a guy cook breakfast for me. The only meals cooked for me were either from a chef at a restaurant or the microwave. He started to walk us out of the bathroom, but I wasn’t quite finished in there.
I tugged my arm behind him to turn him toward me. “I need to use the little girls’ room still.” I was now really embarrassed. He let a chuckle escape his throat before letting my hand and body go back into the bathroom.
A FTER I RELIEVED MYSELF , I decided a shower was in order. I grabbed a towel under the sink and turned the water on. I got the water to just the right temperature before submerging my body underneath the much needed escape. I started thinking about every single moment up until now.
A few of the moments made me angry for letting myself even be in this mess, then I thought of all the things I still had yet to do. I didn’t want to be weak and let all the things I had yet to do consume me and take me down. I had to be strong. I was only twenty-one and felt like I was some young teenager screwing up her life.
The thoughts of getting back on track made me think of the ride down, making me think of Jason. I wasn’t sure why my thoughts led me to him. I let the water continue to pour on top of me, running down my face so I couldn’t see. But that didn’t stop the vision of Jason’s gorgeous, green, drown-worthy eyes staring back at me, wanting to consume me. It wasn’t bad enough that his eyes got a hold of me first; he also had the biggest heart in the world. I didn’t
“I know I don’t need to,” he said, closing the door behind him and leaning his back against the wall, our legs almost side by side. I kept my gaze forward; if I looked at him and saw those damn eyes staring at me, I didn’t know if I would be able to withhold the truth, and I truly needed to.
He cleared his throat and turned to look at me. “I want to, Cassie,” he said quietly.
“Why?” I asked curiously.
“You look afraid, and I just don’t want you to have to be scared alone okay?”
I lifted my gaze and turned so that I was face-to-face with him. “Okay,” I answered him. “I hope you know how much I appreciate it.”
“I do.” He gently tucked a piece of my loose hair behind my ear. My heart stood still. It was a small thing to do, but he had no clue about the powerful impression it just had on me. “So.” He arched his brow, peering at me with eyes that wanted answers.
I should have known that was coming. I needed to come up with a lie and quick. I took in a deep breath and pulled an answer together. “I think I felt sick because I need to eat something,” I told him. It wasn’t necessarily a lie either. I was so hungry it really was making me feel sick.
He let his brow down. “Good answer. I was about to take you back in, you know? I don’t like seeing you sick.”
“I know Jase, I know.” I was beginning to see even more, how caring he was when it came to my health. I just couldn’t understand why.
He cocked his head to the side and peered at me. “What did you just call me?” he asked.
I didn’t realize I had, but I guess I just gave him a nickname. I slumped down against the wall, feeling awkward and wondering if he wasn’t happy that I just shortened his name for him. “I called you Jase. Is that okay?” I asked coyly.
A smile swept across his face, all his pearly whites beaming just like his eyes. He stood up and lowered his hand in front of me, helping me up.
“It’s definitely okay,” he said approvingly.
“Good,” I replied.
“Breakfast or lunch?” he asked. Food, yes food.
“Honestly, you pick, I just need something,” I said.
“Okay then, breakfast just so happens to be my favorite meal of the day and one of the things I can cook. You better prepare yourself for the best breakfast you’ve ever had Sweetheart.”
“Can’t wait,” I said, hardly believing I was about to have a guy cook breakfast for me. The only meals cooked for me were either from a chef at a restaurant or the microwave. He started to walk us out of the bathroom, but I wasn’t quite finished in there.
I tugged my arm behind him to turn him toward me. “I need to use the little girls’ room still.” I was now really embarrassed. He let a chuckle escape his throat before letting my hand and body go back into the bathroom.
A FTER I RELIEVED MYSELF , I decided a shower was in order. I grabbed a towel under the sink and turned the water on. I got the water to just the right temperature before submerging my body underneath the much needed escape. I started thinking about every single moment up until now.
A few of the moments made me angry for letting myself even be in this mess, then I thought of all the things I still had yet to do. I didn’t want to be weak and let all the things I had yet to do consume me and take me down. I had to be strong. I was only twenty-one and felt like I was some young teenager screwing up her life.
The thoughts of getting back on track made me think of the ride down, making me think of Jason. I wasn’t sure why my thoughts led me to him. I let the water continue to pour on top of me, running down my face so I couldn’t see. But that didn’t stop the vision of Jason’s gorgeous, green, drown-worthy eyes staring back at me, wanting to consume me. It wasn’t bad enough that his eyes got a hold of me first; he also had the biggest heart in the world. I didn’t
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