Love's a Game, Wanna Play? (Jonathan Toews)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Once we sit down I stare at Jonathan.

"You're beautiful," I blurt.

Jonathan is taken back by that comment.

I unbuckle the seat that Jonathan buckled for me.

"Leah, what are you doing?" Jonathan asks.

I start to crawl into his lap.

"Leah?" Jonathan asks getting nervous.

I put my hands on his neck and go in for a kiss.

"We're not doing that," Jonathan says placing his hands on my hips moving me off him.

"Fine be like that!" I say sticking my tongue out at him.

"I never realized how childish you are Leah," He laughs.

The cab comes to a stop. Jonathan pays the driver and helps me get out of the car.

I look around at my surroundings.

"Where are we?" I ask.

I slowly start to leave Jonathan and walk away.

"My apartment," he says grabbing my arm pulling me into a building.

I think he is angry because his grip on my arm is tight.

We step into this building and it is beautiful. My mouth drops open.

"You live here?" I say shockingly.

Jonathan's grip on my arm is still tight. He starts to walk over to the elevators.

"Yeah," He says pushing buttons.

"Wow," I say under my breath.

We step into the elevator. Someone else tries to get in but Jonathan tells them that they are not going to want to be in here.

"Why did you kick him out? He was cute!" I say.

"He was 70," Jonathan replies.

"So? Madonna is 65 and she still looks beautiful!" I snap back.

"How do you know that?" Jonathan asks curiously.

"I heard it on the radio!" I start to laugh.

"You need to calm down Leah," Jonathan says.

"Jonathan!" I yell with excitement.

"What?" He asks.

"We should see you can down the most shoots!" I suggest.

I totally think I would win.

"Yeah, we're not doing that," Jonathan replies.

"Oh come on! Why not?" I whine.

"Because I am not letting you get anymore wasted." Jonathan says.

"You're like my mom! A party pooper! Why do you have to be so serious!" I complain.

Jonathan doesn't reply. We step out of the elevator and walk to his apartment.

He opens the door and I go running in and plopping myself on his couch.

"This place is amazing! I can't believe you live here!" I tell him.

"Come on, I am going to show you your room," Jonathan says putting his hand out.

"No!" I giggle and put my hands behind my back.

"Let's go!" Jonathan says getting frustrated.

I shake my head no.

Jonathan starts walking closer to me and picks me up.

"Jonathan!" I scream as he brings me into some room and drops me on a bed.

"Where's your phone?" He asks.

"In my purse. I think I left it on the couch." I start to walk back to his couch.

I wind up in another bedroom.

"Jonathan!" I yell frightened.

Jonathan comes rushing in the room.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm, I'm lost," I admit.

"Oh god Leah," Jonathan laughs.

He takes my hand and leads me back into the room where the couch is.

"Here!" I say handing him my phone.

"Crap, it is dead," Jonathan says. "Head to you room while I get you a shirt to wear to bed." He says plugging my phone into a charger.

"Uh, I don't know where it is at," I confess.

"Let's go," Jonathan says leaving my phone on the counter.

He shows me back to where I am staying then walks out of the room. I decide to sit on the bed and wait.

"Hear," Jonathan says tossing a large Chicago Bears shirt in my direction.

I get up from the bed.

"What's this for?" I asks slightly turning my head.

"To sleep in," Jonathan says.

I start undressing so I can put the shirt on.

"Oh Leah," Jonathan says surprisingly turning around.

"What?" I ask confused.

"You're undressing!" Jonathan says.

"Oh please, it's not like you haven't seen a girl naked before!" I tell him.

Jonathan is silent.

"Okay, I have clothes on!" I say.

Jonathan turns around.

"You know, it is a good thing you don't see yourself drunk," He laughs.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you would be appalled at what you do," He continues to laugh.

"Do you have a hair tie?" I ask.

"A what?" Jonathan asks.

"A hair tie? Forget about it, you probably don't have one," I tell him.

"Well, okay," Jonathan says.

"It's beautiful," I say looking out the wall of windows.

"What is?" Jonathan asks.

"The city." I tell him.

"Yeah I know," Jonathan calmly chuckles.

I slowly make my walk onto the bed tucking myself under the covers.

"Thank you Jonathan, goodnight," I saw quietly falling asleep.

I hear Jonathan's footsteps come close to me.

"You're welcome," He breaths then kisses my forehead.

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I really want to apologize for not updating in a while. I have been second guessing if I want to put up the next few chapter.

I also really want you all to know that love story's don't have a last page!