Avery POV
I woke up and PAIN pulsing through my veins. I ignored it and tried to sit up, but found out I couldn't Jameson's strong arms were around me like a binding cage.
I twisted to turn towards him. He was so carefree when he was asleep and he had a shirt on which was surprising and it couldn't be comfortable can it? I let my hands go free and slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. As I moved to the second one Jameson's flared open.
"Trying to undress me heiress?" he asked smirking.
I did not answer him to avoid his satisfaction but he got it anyway.
Suddenly everything from that night came flooding back.
"Oh my god Jameson are you ok?" I asked my hand flew to the right side of his stomach where I had hit him.
"I'm fine heiress, the real question are you ok?" he asked turning towards me a concerned look replacing his smirk. I looked down at my hands that were against his second button. I leaned forward and started to undo them.
"Yesterday was the day my mom died, Everybody forgot including Libby. I was......."
"Grieving, heiress I know but that much alcohol is not healthy," he said as I undid the last button on his shirt.
"I know, Jameson.....I just wanted the pain to go away" I said pushing his shirt off.
"You know there are other means for it to go away right?" he said pushing my hair back.
"I know and I need them now," I said as I rolled on top of him I needed this, I needed something. and I kissed him.
Kissing him always felt like nothing existed beyond him, me, and our lips. He turned over so that he was on top of me. And he kissed me hard and it hurt in the best possible way. It made me forget about my mom and everything except him, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.
My hands were gripping his hair pulling closer and closer even though there was no closer and the PAIN sharpened through my head, my head fell back against the pillow.
"Heiress, come on let's go get you some coffee and painkillers hopefully that will help," he said chuckling as he grabbed his shirt and put it back on. For some reason, I thought the best thing to say was
"Can you give me a piggyback ride?" I asked arms wide open. he laughed and carried me on my back, all the way to breakfast.
I loved this about him playful and protective, He was there when I needed him. Not to say ok when it wasn't like how many people did but just be there and hug me till I am ok. And bearing with me when I'm drunk. I loved him and right then and there I knew I loved him like hell.....
