Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Thirty Two - Game

Jet's POV

His head rests in my lap as my fingers run through his hair. He is completely relaxed into me, his arms wrapped around my thigh, hugging it into his chest. I click the right-hand side of my Kindle screen, turning the page in my book. It's some cheesy-ass romance book about forbidden lovers with lots of hot sex.

What? I like reading smut.

Jackson breathes shallow as he sleeps in my lap. It's a Saturday and we magically both have today off. This almost never happens during the weekends. I told Evans to only page me if the hospital was burning down and I was the only one with a fire extinguisher.

Jackson stirs slightly in his sleep, repositioning his head in my lap and smacking his lips a few times. Rosie snores from her spot on Jackson's back. I find myself smiling at them as a wave of calm washes over me. My eyes are glued to Jackson and Rosie and I can't seem to pull my gaze away from them. My heart feels so incredibly full, my chest swelling. Locking my Kindle and setting it on the couch, I turn my full attention to the amazing man in my lap.

His eyelashes are dark against his tanned skin as they flutter while he dreams. His lips are parted only slightly, the occasional deep sigh escaping them. I long to feel his lips pressed to my neck, his fingers tracing my hips and jaw, bites and kisses creating trails of his devotion down my spine. But mostly, I ache to feel his body pressed to mine, his weight on top of me, sheltering me from the cruel world outside of our bedroom. I ache to feel like we are the only two people in the world. I ache to feel incredibly protected and deeply loved.

Almost like she read my mind, Rosie sits up suddenly, startling Jackson and I with her abrupt movements. She hops off of Jackson's back and takes off out of the living room in a full sprint. Jackson groans as he slowly opens his eyes, looking around the room as he takes in his surroundings and figures out how the world works again. His eyes land on mine and a huge smile cracks across his lips.

"Hi, mon ange," he rasps.
"Hi, Eros," I reply, smiling back to him.
"Eros?" he says in a sleepy voice, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Yeah, the Greek god of love and sex and desire," I explain. "Son of Aphrodite and Ares..."
"No, I know who he is," he tells me, sitting up while stretching out his arms and back, "but why that as my nickname? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love it when you call me a God and everything, but why?"
I smile at him as I cup his cheek gently. "Cause you've taught me not only that I deserve someone who truly loves me and doesn't hurt me, but also to love myself and who I am," I admit, sheepishly. "No one has ever loved me as truly and as fiercely as you have. No one has ever gone to battle with me to fight my demons. No one has loved my scars because they show all the times that I won the war. But you have."
His eyes grow, tears licking his waterline as a deep blush overtakes his cheeks, "Well, damn."
"I love you, more than words can ever eloquently describe, Jackson. Every cell in my body, every neuron and synapse, every heartbeat and breath I take loves you," I whisper. "And that scares the fucking shit out of me because I've let you in and I've let you tear down my walls and I've told you the things I can't even admit to myself and if something ever happens to you... I- I- I will never recover." I let out a shaking breath as I wipe the tears off my face. "I will never be okay again, Jackson."
"Nothings ever going to happen to me, Jet. I'm staying right here," he murmurs, wiping away the tear that managed to break free as he leans his forehead against mine. "You will never have to face life or your demons alone again, I promise."

He pulls me into his chest, kissing the top of my head before resting his cheek on it. I find my anxiety calming as I sink further into him. He brushes through my hair with his fingers, soothing me almost instantly. I listen closely to the sound of his heart. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub. Perfect. Even. Strong. Sure. A beautiful melody of electrical activity, muscle movements, and blood pumping.