Shy (Hunter Hayes)

Chapter 11

Jana's POV

I had managed to help Hunter to his car. He could barely stand up and I wasn't sure what to do about his condition. He had begged me to not tell anyone, "especially a teacher", so I had kept quiet. He was motionless except for silent tears streaming down his face. He was stretched out across the back seat of his locked car and I was sitting on the console taking care of him.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I not have seen that Hunter had feelings for me and that I had feelings for him? I realized two things tonight: Josh was a jerk and I'm in love with Hunter.

I looked down at Hunter. He seemed to be falling asleep. His face was crusted with blood. I attempted to gently wipe it off without waking him. I failed. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled. An adorable quiet laugh escaped his lips.

"Get over here," he said, almost inaudibly. He slid over, making room for me to lay next to him.

I cuddled up next to my kind-of-boyfriend, embraced by his warmth and hypnotized by his amazing scent. I noticed his eyes had closed again and his breathing was growing heavier.

"Hunter?" I whispered. No response. He was asleep. I softly kissed his beautiful, pink, delicious lips once more before whispering, "Goodnight." I hesitated and whispered, "I love you."

Hunter's POV

I love you. I love you. I love you. These were the words Jana had said to me while I was faking sleep, the words keeping me awake. She loves me. She actually loves me.

I hadn't known Jana for long, but it felt like we had been friends our whole lives. I hadn't had someone I was with all the time that I could call a friend since I was in elementary school.

Despite how close I felt to her, I still wasn't ready to tell her about my childhood, and all of Louisiana, for that matter. Sam had come dangerously close to doing that.

I had no clue when I would tell Jana the secrets (or when they would spill out of me), but she didn't seem suspicious yet.

I looked at her curled up next to me, her head on my chest. I could feel my heart slowing down after the extreme racing after she said the three little words.

Jana's eyes were tightly shut. Quiet, peaceful snores were escaping her slightly parted lips. Her messy hair was covering half of her face.

After a while of watching her sleep, I gently pressed my fingers to her face and swept the hair away. I allowed my lips to brush her eyelids.

"I love you so much, Jana Turner," I whispered before shutting my own eyes and eventually falling into a restless sleep.