𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

We Still Hate Each Other (James' POV)

SONG REQUEST FOR THIS CHAPTER: I FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING by TWO FEET

729 Words

(Please read the original of this chapter, it all links together and will make a little more sense.)

As Elena and I stare at the double bed in the middle of the bedroom in the cabin, I can see frustration boil up inside of her. She stands scaredly still, making me slightly nervous. I'm man enough to admit that she can scare me sometimes, but right now, she is so tired that she might not think rationally. She could do anything right now, and that makes me nervous. However, I still want to act out my plan.

I didn't know that there was only one bedroom, and therefore one bed, but as soon as I saw there was, a diabolical plan came to mind. No, in fact, it is a genius plan. One that I am certain I am going to carry out.

"There's no way I'm sleeping with you." She crosses her arms over her chest, turning to look at me.

I have to admit, she looks really cute with her tired and annoyed expression, and wearing her tight pajamas in front of me. But, I would never tell her that.

"Well, I'm not sleeping on the floor." I lean on the doorframe, trying to copy her expression as best as I can, but I feel like she can tell I'm faking it.

Apparently, she's too tired to notice, or maybe too pissed off about of situation and lost in thought about how to get out of it. Eventually, she sighs and I know that I have won our quick argument.

"Fine." She groans and gets into the bed, teetering off of the edge. She's trying to create as much room between us as possible.

But, before I get into bed as well, I leave the bedroom. I sneak into the kitchen, looking around the walls. When I find it, I rush over to it with a wide and mischievous smirk on my face. This is the best plan ever, and no one could tell me otherwise. It wasn't even that hard to find it.

The AC.

I quickly turn the knob all the way around, put it on the coldest setting, and slide out of the kitchen. When I come back into the bedroom, she's staring at the ceiling, once again, lost in thought. To seem discreet, I abruptly climb into bed and cross my arms under my head, leaning against them and closing my eyes, waiting for the perfect moment.

Sometime later, I start to hear her teeth chattering against one other, making me smile slightly, but I have to hide it if I want this to work - and I do. She shifts constantly in the bed, pulling the covers with her, trying to get warm. She stops moving and huffs, clearly annoyed and at her breaking point.

"Why is it so cold?" She shivers, pulling the covers up to her chin.

"C'mere," I mumble, still trying to keep up this persona.

"What?" She leans on her elbows, and through my lashes, as I attempt to look like I'm sleeping, I can see her looking down at me, shocked.

I open my eyes, also huffing out through my nose, and turn my head to look at her. She looks adorable when she's pissed off. She doesn't know that when she's mad, her jaw clenches and she makes direct eye contact - but I do.

"Just shut that pretty mouth of yours and get over here." I have to hide my smirk, knowing my plan is working. "This won't change anything, don't worry. We still hate each other."

Clearly trying to fight the urge, but failing, she leans closer to my body and I get comfortable again, closing my eyes. I can't hide the smile that plays on my face as I feel her body pressed against mine. Her body relaxes against mine, and after a few minutes, I can hear her soft snores. When I know she is asleep, I can finally think clearly. I stare at the ceiling and the smile crawls back on my face, but this time, it is welcomed. I can't help but think of the beautiful woman beside me. She looks so angelic as she sleeps.

God, she's going to be the death of me.

But, I happily welcome it.

I wouldn't regret it.

Especially in the situation we are in right now, I keep that promise to myself.

I would die for her.

Over, and over again.

For her.