Gym Rats - Jackson Olson x OC

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Jackson's POV

The urge to fall to my knees in front of this woman, read her mind and give her everything she wants is strong. But I have to stay calm. I have a feeling that if I take control, she will be afraid. That's the last thing I want. I have to play my cards right here. It's been a while since I've done this.

"Breakfast?" I ask, now looking back in the bag of goodies I had gotten for us. I then look back at her, her cheeks are bright red as she stands in front of me, her lips trembling a bit. From nerves, I'm guessing. "Cecelia, don't be afraid."

"I am afraid."

I take my arms out of the bag and move them to hold onto her waist, making sure our eyes are level with one another. She wants to look away, I can tell by the way her eyes move to look everywhere except for at me, but she doesn't. There's some bravery in there. I can see it. "As if I don't worship the ground you walk on, Cecelia May. You have nothing to worry about."

"I know you're good and will keep me safe, but something inside me disagrees. But I don't want it to."

"Then don't let it." Her face remains unchanged. I'm unsatisfied with it as I stand in front of her, my hands holding her waist. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to."

"Baby steps?" She asks.

"Baby steps. Maybe you'll think better with some food in you."

She nods her head, wanting a distraction from all the emotions she just felt in a short period of time. She finally takes a deep breath, and I take her hand and lead her over to the table for her to take a seat. I get out the omelettes that I bought, then setting one of the boxes in front of Cecelia and setting the other box where I will sit. I get us some forks and knives, and I sit down and we begin to eat.

"So, Ryan was telling me this morning that we're going to have a big New Year's party. All the Bananas, Party Animals, Firefighters... we're going to rent out a bar, and I was hoping you'd be my date," I say, trying my best to distract her.

"Of course I'll be your date."

"Of course you'll be my date," I repeat happily, "I'm so lucky to have a hot date to every social event imaginable."

She chuckles, "Stop it."

"What?! I am."

Once we finish up our breakfast, Cecelia and I clear off the table, and she takes the dirty fork and knife from me to wash off and place in the dishwasher while I wipe off the table and throw away our empty take-out boxes. I step towards her, and she gets nervous again.

I immediately shake my head, placing my hands on her arms, "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Just let it happen naturally. I don't want to scare you."

"So we can just watch a movie on your couch and cuddle for a bit?" She asks, the innocence in her eyes makes me melt.

"Yes, of course," I say, gently taking her hand as we move over to the couch. Sit on the couch with my feet propped up on it, inviting her to come and lay between my legs. She does exactly that, her head fitting perfectly upon my shoulder. She lets me pick a movie, and I pick Purple Hearts on Netflix.

As we immerse ourselves into the movie, I scratch her back ever so gently, and she slides her hand up my shirt, resting her hand over my heart. I feel her take a deep breath, and I do too. I'm not going to ruin a good thing, and Cecelia is about as good as it gets. Baby steps.

"Did you pick this movie because of Sofia Carson?" Cecelia asks me.

"No, I'm into blondes," I respond quickly, "I don't know if you noticed that or not."

She chuckles, "You love them so much that you became one."

I chuckle, my hair has since become brown with blonde tips, "Yeah. I guess so. Just taking after my favorite girl."

She lifts her head up, now inching closer to my face, "I would love for you to say that again."

"You are my favorite girl."

I let my hands sink into her long blonde hair, pulling her closer as our lips connect. We quickly sit up on the couch, where she now runs her hands through my hair as I work my hands down to her waist. I pull her onto my lap, where she wraps her legs around me. It's so easy to love her, just feeling her body melt into mine as I start to kiss her neck. The way she quietly giggles when I do so, her hands now grabbing my hair. It drives me crazy.

I pull our lips apart, "Let's go to the bedroom."

She nods her head gently, and I get off of the couch and scoop her up bridal style, making her giggle again, before I set her down gently in my bed, now hovering overtop of her.

"I want to know what you want from me," I say to her, "and I will only do that. I promise."

She gently plays with my chain, before looking up at me, "I just want you. All of you."

"Just be honest with me when it starts to be too much."

She nods, and I start by taking my shirt off, before I gently take her shirt off. I reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, before dropping it to the floor and rubbing my hands over her scar. I don't look at it, but I know when I feel it, the skin is just entirely different in texture. I watch her eyes, which haven't left mine.

"Do you trust me?" I ask her. She nods her head. I shake mine in response, "Tell me, Cecelia. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."