Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Thirty One - Trust

Jackson's POV

"AND IIIIIIII-EEEEEE-IIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU-OOOOHHHH," Jet scream-sings in the passenger seat next to me. I glance over to her at the red light, laughing as she brings her hands into her chest as she takes another deep breath. "AND IIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!" She grabs my right arm, shaking it roughly, making me turn the wheel.
"Whoa, hey, not while I'm driving, crackhead," I smile.
"We're at a red light, chill out my guy," she giggles, shaking my arm some more. I glare at her, unable to control the large smile across my lips that's making my cheeks ache. "We need a better song. I do not have the vocal range of Whitney, clearly," she laughs, grabbing my phone and putting in my passcode. The light turns green and I look back to the road, accelerating. "You have a fucking fantastic music taste, you know that?"
"I am aware," I smile.
"Hmmm, how about..." she trails, selecting a song and locking my phone. She giggles to herself, her eyes locked on mine. "One, two, three," she sings in a southern accent. A country song starts playing and I groan. I hate country. I thought she did too? "Now, red solo cup is the best receptacle," she starts, laughing.

Ohhhhh. Okay, this makes more sense.

"For barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals," I join, smiling at her.
"And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles if you prefer drinkin' from glass," she sings, pointing at me.
"Not true, you've had them in your mouth before," I quip, raising my eyebrow.
"Jackson!" she gasps, smacking me in the chest. I start laughing, making her giggle again. She is a very giggly drunk and I find it fucking adorable.
"Freddy Mac can kiss my ass!" I sing with Toby Keith. "Whoo!"
"Red solo cup! I fill you up! Let's have a party!" we shout-sing together, swaying from side to side as I turn down our street.
"Let's have a party!" Jet yells, opening her arms wide which makes her left one hit me in the face while her right arm ends up out the window.
"I love you red solo cup! I lift you up! Proceed to party! Proceed to party!" we finish, laughing our asses off as I pull into my garage and turn off my car. The music stops automatically.
"Aww," Jet whines, jutting out her bottom lip to pout.
"We can sing some more inside, okay?" I reason with her. She nods slowly, her head hanging down. Oh for fuck's sake. I sigh as I get out, closing my door behind me as I run around to Jet's side. I open the door for her to find her in the same exact position, still pouting. "Woman, I swear," I grumble, feeling slightly frustrated. Not by her. By the day. And Matty. Fuck him in particular.

I lean into the car and over Jet, unbuckling her seatbelt. I wrap my arms around her waist and hoist her out of the car, throwing her over my right shoulder. Her familiar weight comforts me as she breaks out into a fit of giggles, her hands grabbing fists full of my T-shirt. I close her door with my foot as I keep my right arm secured around her body, my hand resting on her ass of course. A warm feeling swells inside of me like I'm her protector, a little possessive, but overall just extreme happiness.

"Hey, Jackie," she giggles, poking my back.
"Yes, Jas?" I respond, smiling as I slide the key into our front door.
"Did you just call me an ass?" she wonders, her giggles stopping.
"No, I said Jas. With a J," I say, my smile growing wider.
"Oh. Why did you call me that?" she slurs, her voice sounding very confused.
"It's your initials. Jet Alice Stark. Jas," I explain, pushing open the front door. I step inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I lean forward and set her down on her feet, stabilizing her by her hips as she sways a few times.
"But my name is gonna be Jet Alice Hart, so you should call me Jah," she counters.
My heart does that stupid fucking jig thing again as my smile becomes so wide that my cheeks sting.

I think back to our conversation this morning. The way she hesitated initially, staring at me in disbelief. The way you could practically see the conversation she was having with herself in her head. The way her smile grew gradually. The way her voice shook initially when she said yes, but became so sure and strong almost instantly. The way she said "Nothing would make me happier," like it was the most natural sentence in the world to her. The way she kept muttering "I love you" to me as we made love like never before. I haven't been able to stop smiling all day.