Just Pretend

Chapter Fourteen

Gwen

When I agreed to Jason sleeping beside me, I didn't think that it would be this fucking hard.

I'm hyper aware of Jason's gentle, even breathing and every time he moves my eyes snap open. Not because I'm afraid, but because his proximity has more of an effect on me than I have ever gotten from Mark.

I didn't want Jason to sleep in Mark's place on the bed, so I opt to take it while Jason sleeps on my side of the bed.

It takes me over two hours to finally fall asleep from the moment we switched the light off.

When I wake up, I'm wrapped in a warm cocoon of another body and it takes me a second to remember that Jason is sleeping beside me, and it's him that's curled around me with his arm around my waist, and as much as I want to snuggle into his embrace, I know both of us have work.

And I'm in a committed relationship.

Yep, that's the reason I shouldn't snuggle into Jason's extremely comfortable and warm embrace.

I have to talk myself into slipping out of his arms and getting up from the bed. I fight the instinct to look behind me as I make my way to the bathroom to do my business before starting breakfast, downstairs in the kitchen.

'Do you make breakfast every morning?' his voice comes from behind me and I look over my shoulder with a smile.

'Good morning, and no. I want to, but I'm not allowed to,' I want to kick myself for letting the words escape my lips, and I ready myself for the question statement like those always rise.

'He's seriously missing out,' is all Jason says as the soft squeak of the kitchen chair being pulled back fills the room and I turn to face him after giving the eggs a final stir and pulling the pan off of the burner.

'How so?' The question is out before I can stop it and Jason looks at me for a moment before standing up from the chair and walking up to me, caging me between his arms and the counter. I resist the urge to lean back and look up at him, instead; I tilt my head up and is surprised when he leans down to place his lips right at my ear.

'Because not only are you a gorgeous woman, but it's attractive as fuck when a woman can cook,' he whispers and I try to stop the goosebumps from breaking out over my skin, and failing miserably.

'In whose opinion?' I breathe in response and he pulls back to look at me with an expression that takes my breath away.

'Mine.'

With that he steps away with a warm grin and makes his way back to the counter where he retakes his seat while I turn back to the pan behind me, trying to stop my heart from beating out of my chest.

I place a cup of coffee in front of each of our spots and quickly plate the food, placing it on the counter while Jason picks up the steaming mug and lifts it to his lips, blowing gently on the contents before taking a sip, his eyes on me the entire time.

After a comfortable and sexually heightened breakfast, Jason and I split in the hallway, when he walks into the spare room and closes the door behind him and I make my way to my own, closing the door and leaning my back against it.

I groan and bring my hands to my face, blocking the sight of the slept-in bed from my vision.

I should feel guilty for feeling the emotions running through me but I don't.

I don't feel guilty for the wetness between my legs caused by a man other than my fiancé, nor do I feel any guilt for sleeping beside the very cause of the wetness between my legs.