I Want You(Jason McCann)

Chapter 12

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Hailey's POV

I woke up wrapped in Jason's arms. His arm wrapped tightly around my torso and my arm across his chest. He had pulled my leg between his while asleep. I lifted my head slowly not trying to wake him. Jason's features are soft when he sleeps. He seems so at peace and happy as he sleeps. I studied his whole face. Every little detail from the pimple on his forehead to his perfect, pink, plump lips.

His lips.

The kiss.

Oh my gosh we kissed!

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Slowly I tried to pry Jason's arm off my waist. He is so strong and his arms are so big compared to me. I heard him groan as he tightened his grip on me. How the heck will I get up now!?

I waited a few minutes before trying to get up again. Once I was sure he was sleep I moved again. Just as I was about to get up a gruff and husky almost sexy voice spoke.

"Where you going beautiful?"

My shoulders slouched in defeat. "Just t-to the restroom." I stuttered.

He didn't answer and I took that as a sign to go. Quickly I hurried into the restroom. Once I was inside I shut and locked the door. I slowly looked up to the mirror. My face looked pale other than my tomato colored cheeks.

I ran my finger across them thinking of the kiss Jason and I shared the other night. I felt giddy inside. I should not feel this way But the butterflies in my stomach told me otherwise. One half of me felt like doing ballerina twirls and backflips. The other half wanted to scrub my mouth and hide in a corner.

I kissed Jason McCann.

Jason fucking McCann!

I wonder how he feels about this. Does he even care? Of course not he's done this plenty of other times with other girls. He didn't kidnap the other girls. My subconscious reminded me. Jason doesn't want anything serious with me. Right? He probably just thinks of me as his punching bag. I mean nothing to him. Then why would he waste his time kidnapping you?

Shut up subconscious! You are not helping. Jason does not think of me that way. Point blank period. Turning on the faucet I splashed water on my face. But he says he loves me?

Once my face was dry I turned to face the bathroom door. Slowly I placed my hand on the doorknob. I placed my ear beside the door to listen for anyone in the room. I could hear rustling of clothes being moved and a drawer shut after.

I could hear footsteps approaching the door. I sucked in a sharp breath as I heard to hard and loud knocks against the door.

"I'm going downstairs for breakfast. I expect you to be down in fifteen- no ten minutes. Be late and you will not eat. I have plans for later so make sure you clean yourself up."

Jason's gruff voice spoke from the other side of the thick fancy wood. Just as I was about to turn to the shower, another loud knock sounded from the door. "Ahem." Realizing Jason wanted an answer I replied.