Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Fourteen - SANE

My phone ringing shakes me out of sleep. I open my eyes, confused about the world. Jackson is practically lying on top of me, his face buried in my neck and arms around my shoulders. One of his legs is thrown across my body while the other is splayed across the bed. He snores lightly, his hot breath on my neck. He does not look comfortable, at all, but he is still knocked the fuck out, so obviously he is.

My phone rings again, snapping me back to reality. Jackson groans, starting to stir as I wiggle out from under him to grab my phone. He tightens his arms around me, pulling me back to him.
"Jackson, I need to see who's calling me," I mumble to him.
"No you don't," he groans, "you need to go back to sleep."
"Jackson, it might be the hospital. They might need help," I groan.
Jackson tightens his grasp on me, shaking his head.
"Sweetie, come on," I plead.

Jackson makes a very loud noise of disapproval but releases me from his grasp. I flip onto my side and reach for my phone on my bedside table. The hospital's number is lighting up the screen.

Guys, come ON! It's my day off and I'm comfy and I want to go back to sleep.

Jackson snakes his arms around me, making me the little spoon. He places soft kisses on my shoulders as I answer my phone.

"Yeah?" I snap, making it clear that I'm annoyed.
"You need to come in," Theo says, his voice shaking.
I crinkle my nose at the sound of his voice, "Why? What's wrong?" I wonder.
"What do you mean? You never ask what's wrong, you always say yes and come in," he responds, speaking quickly and sounding rushed.
"I'm busy right now, so what is it?" I spit.

Jackson moves his kisses to my fucking sweet spot again, making me squirm underneath him as his hand starts drifting towards my thighs. I turn to look at Jackson, who has a glint in his eyes as he smirks at me. He knows exactly what he's fucking doing to me. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as his fingers find my clit again.

"Jet, we need a SANE nurse. Caroline is here but... it's bad."
My mouth dries as a shiver runs down my spine, "I'll be there in 20." I throw the blankets off of my legs as I hang up. I walk over to my closet grabbing scrubs.

"Whoa, hang on, where are you going?" Jackson wonders, stumbling out of bed after me.
"I have to go in," I tell him, grabbing compression socks and panties from my drawer.
"Why?" he asks.
I walk into the bathroom, throwing my scrubs on my sink as I plop down on the toilet, pulling on my socks as I pee, "They need a SANE nurse."
"What's a SANE nurse?" he questions.

I pull on my pants and panties, flushing the toilet. I snap my bra clasps into place and pull it on, finishing off with my scrub top. I wash my hands and grab my toothpaste and toothbrush, sliding an extra toothbrush to Jackson.

"Jet, what's a SANE nurse?" Jackson repeats.
"Sexual assault nurse examiner," I answer, shoving my toothbrush into my mouth.
"Oh..." he starts, looking down at the ground, "So that means..."
"Yep," I answer, sounding a bit distorted by the toothbrush in my mouth.

Jackson nods and then walks back out into the bedroom. I have no idea where he's going, but I'm more just focused on getting ready as quickly I can. I rinse out my mouth, slather on deodorant, pull my nasty oily hair up into a bun, and step out into my bedroom, shutting off the bathroom light.

Jackson is securing his belt, his beautiful body now covered by the clothes he was wearing yesterday. A black T-shirt that hugs his muscles just right with his chain just barely poking out, black jeans with ripped knees, black belt. All of the darkness makes the gold flecks in his amber eyes stand out. I look away from him because fuck he looks good. I pull my scrub jacket out from a pile of dirty laundry in the corner of my room, sliding it on.