Innocent ✔️

Tweenty two

Passing my pencil on it one more time to pop out the line of his face, I sighed to the drawing I almost finished.

Crossing my legs, I smiled crocking my head to the side, looking down the drawing of him I did, thoughts of yesterday rushing in my brain again.

Finding myself in my bed this morning hurted me a little bit since I don't even remember falling asleep but I was expecting to wake up next to him if I ever did. But as soon as my eyes met my notebook and the thought of drawing his face crossed my mind, I forgot and caught myself smiling again.

"Anastasia, are you in there?" Miss Robertson's voice rang from behind the locked door of my room and dragged my gaze toward it.

"Yes." I said, jumping on my feet and ran to the door to open it and face Miss Robertson.

"Anastasia you better come down with me right now!" She threatened me. "I have to make diner and the dishes are not done so I need your help."

"Coming." I said, feeling a but guilty for leaving her work alone when I was suppose to be here to be helping her.

She left and shortly after I followed her to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"Where were you yesterday? I didn't see you! I even checked your room before going to sleep but I didn't find you!" She said and I widden my eyes, somehow thankful that I was facing the water blowing on my hands that were holding a plate.

"I...was..." Okay I don't know what to say.

"You were with him, weren't you?" She pointed out the conclusion and I hate it that she knew and I clarified it by staying silent.

"And? What happened?" She asked.

"Nothing Miss Robertson, nothing at all." It was somehow making me frustrated her asking me about this when I didn't want her to know. I was already tired from the night we had and I barely slept last night. Also the fact that she knows things I didn't want her to know, it doesn't concern her than why should she be so into it when she shouldn't.

And this somehow made me know what it feels to feel frustrated to have someone on your back, wanting to know something that just concerns you and it reminded me of Jackson and I.

"Okay, Jesus. No need to blow a rage here." She said and I was somehow grateful for the silent that fell between us, the both of us just doing our work on our own self.

"Morning." His voice. His raspy, crappy, sleepy voice rang through the kitchen and from behind me and it took everything in me not to turn around and look at him knowing he was shirtless. I just felt it.

"Morning, Jackson. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Miss Robertson said.

"Take your time, I'm not going out today." He said and I was still looking down the white plate that it's been a long while of me cleaning it under water when it was already clean.

This is new though. Him not leaving the house was something new and I found myself thinking about him not leaving because he wanted to stay here with me but a little part or me said that it absolutely was another reason but I refused to let this part win.

"Here you go. I'm gonna go clean the house. If you want anything else just ask Anastasia." She said and I could hear her boots vanishing slowly out the kitchen.

"Do you see it dirty? It's clean Anastasia!" His voice was just next to me but I was too shy to look. I didn't face him since what happened yesterday because I somehow fell asleep and I didn't know what his attitude will be like.

"True." I muttered and brought the plate away from the water, grabbing another one but his hand grabbed mine before it could meet the water again making my body vibrate by the touch he is giving, he said "what's wrong?" Causing me to look up in his blue eyes and drown in it all over again just like every time I look in them.