Innocent ✔️

Fourteen

"Feeling better?"

Snapping my head to the door of the bathroom to see Jackson leaning on the door frame, crossed arms with a smirk on his lips.

I shook the water off my face and said "yeah, a lot better."

It took me awhile though and I feel so embarrassed standing in front of him right now after him hugging me, telling me that it was just a nightmare, it was weird. He somehow managed to make me feel better faster than anyone else could. I finally felt better and he thought it would be best if I went to wash my face. To be honest I didn't want him to pull me away from his arms but I was in no way telling him that so I went knowing I needed a moment for myself before having to face him again.

"Good." He said still blocking the way.

"Yeah." I said, looking behind him trying to send him a hint so he could understand that I want to pass by him but he didn't move an inch.

"I told you before to stop doing that. Didn't I?" He said.

"Stop doing what?" I confusingly asked.

"Biting your lips." He smirked before turning around, giving me his back and to be honest I was thankful he couldn't see how much my cheeks were blushing.

I walked in the room just seconds after him to find him walking away so I followed him to the kitchen. He filled a cup of water before turning around and handing it to me.

"Thank you." I didn't expect him to be that nice to me, I smiled.

"No worries." He warmly smiled back, showing his dimples. "So are you going to tell me what made me wake up in the middle of the night, screaming your mother's name and yelling for whatever that was happening to stop?"

I shocked on water, widen my eyes and started to cough loudly in front of him. He wants to know. Looking back up to face him, I didn't know what to say, where to start or even if I should tell him at all.

"What? Hard to answer?" He said.

"Sort of. It's not so fun to talk about." I said.

"Oh I see." He looked behind me and walked passed me to sit down on the chair bar.

"I am sorry that I woke you up in the middle of the night." I chose to change the subject and in the same time apologize.

"And how did you know I was even sleeping?" He said, turning his head to the side.

"It's," I looked around me to find a wall watch or anything to show me the time of the moment but he cut me off and said "it's four in the morning but that doesn't mean I should be sleeping."

"What were you doing then?" I asked before I could stop myself or even realized that I was so confident to ask that. He seemed surprised of my question himself but he worked on hiding it fast and said "and you ask because?"

"I'm sorry." I said, looking away from him. I took the last gulp of water in the cup in my hand and walked to the sink to wash it and put it in place.

"Why?" He asked following me.

"Why what?" I asked.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I asked something that doesn't concern me." I said.

There was a silent and I tried too hard not to turn around and look at what he was doing.

"I was just," he started, taking a deep breath, I could feel that he couldn't say what he was doing just like I can't tell him about the dream but it can't be worse than me though. "I was thinking."