Sleep didn't come easy after our night of exploring. I'm woken easily by Avery shaking me side to side and yelling my name, "Paris!" She screams one last time being the last straw. I groan and sit up, "What?". She pulls me to my feet and drags me from my room, "Where exactly are you taking me Ave?" I ask. I don't get a reply just a quicker tug on my arm until we are outside our eldest sisters bedroom.
"What is it- Oh my god!" I hiss the last part with a smirk when I see none other than Nash Hawthorne in her room sleeping. Apparently my voice was to loud as he stirs and wakes up, removing his cowboy hat and getting up. He follows us into the corridor.
"What are you doing in Libby's room?" Avery asks as if it isn't obvious. "He's banging our sister, what else?" I smirk.
"She's going through something," Nash replies giving me a quick side eye to suggest they did not in fact 'bang'
"Libby isn't one of your projects," Avery replies. "My projects?" Nash repeats with narrowed eyes, "What exactly has Lee-Lee been telling you?"
"I think this is great. You're definitely a step up from Drake, you know if things don't work out give me a call. I would love to be one of your projects" I whisper the last word with a smirk. He looks disgustedly at me and I smile. Even though he is incredibly attractive like all of his brothers, he is a lot older and although having only just met him i see him as more of an older brother figure.
Then all of a sudden a maid exits Avery's room and looks at Nash. "Mornin'," he nods.
"Good morning," she says with a smile. Then she looks at Ave and I, looks at Libby's room, inside the open door and her smile fades.
After returning to my room i changed into my school uniform, its only when I'm buttoning my shirt that i notice it. A dark red bruise with purple parts. My mouth falls open slightly and I begin to wonder how long it has been there. Did Avery see it? Nash? That maid? Alisa? Jameson? God I hope the culprit of this didn't get the satisfaction of seeing his work. As if having read my mind the cause of this is standing in my doorway leaning against the doorframe.
"Would you look at that" Jameson Hawthorne grins. "This is your fault!" I yell, "Relax, it was barely visible last night and those ridiculous pajamas would have covered it" he replies glancing at my pj's piled on the floor. My cheeks flush when i realise the pj's i was wearing were my Christmas ones.
"I've never got a hickey before, what am i even supposed to do" i speak quickly my eyes darting back at the mirror and then i start to scratch it until the entire spot on my neck becomes even more red.
"Here let me help" he sighs seeing my equally embarrassed and helpless expression. His firm hands go on either of my shoulders and gently pushes me back onto the stool in front of my mirror and starts inspecting it. I see a spark in his eyes before one hand reaches into his pocket as the other nurtures my shoulder.
He removes a bandaid from his pocket and removes the packaging before gently placing it perfectly across the bruise. His hand remains on my neck after having sealed the bandaid down, the tips of his cool fingertips brush down the back of my neck until they separate from my warm skin, he sent a shiver down my spine and i hope to god he doesn't notice the goosebumps lacing my skin.
"All better" he smirks separating our eye contact. "Get up" he orders, "Excuse me?" I scoff, "Get up, please" he corrects sarcastically. I find myself standing as he attempts to tie my tie. "We've established you can't do this" i chuckle as he struggles.
"No i can, i swear! I've been practicing for you" he frowns, "For me?" I ask with a sweet smile. He spins me around sharply without warning resulting in me letting out a small squeal. He wraps his arms around me with my back against his chest, i feel his heart beating. He attempts to tie my tie from behind as if he's tying his own.
After a lot of trial and error (mostly error) he eventually completes tying my tie. He spins me back around and looks right into my eyes, his finger reaches out and boops my nose. And just like that he is gone. He leaves my room without answering all the questions imploding in my mind.
(A/n: Very short chapter, sorry)
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