𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 || Jameson Hawthorne

love is embarrassing

༄ "𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐈𝐄," A voice called.

"You fell asleep." Jameson. "Are you okay?"

I sat up, just realizing I was on a bed. Jamesons bed. "What happened? Aren't we supposed to be leaving?"

"Not for a while." Jamesons lips curved into a very Jameson-like smirk. It made me uncomfortable, because I didn't trust myself around that smirk. Not anymore. "Can I try something?"

I teared my gaze away from the ceiling and onto him. "Go for it."

Jameson kneeled down next to the bed and tucked stray hair behind my ear. His skin was hot to the touch. "Jameson, what are you—"

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes." There was no question about that. Never for him.

Jameson nodded, leaned forward, and then pressed his mouth to mine. His lips were warm, almost tentative as he placed both his hands on my face.

Warm.

He pulled away, and I felt his breath radiating onto my face as he said, "Do you want this?"

"You know I do," I said.

This time, Jamesons kisses weren't soft and sweet. They were rough, needy, and filled with desperation. He climbed into the bed, not detaching his lips from mine.

I gasped when he slipped a hand under my shirt, rubbing my back in circles. I dragged my hands through his hair in response, to which he groaned.

"Lizzie, you're killing me."

"In a good way?"

Jameson fumbled with my bra clasp until there was a soft click. "Yes. Absolutely yes." He worked my bra down my stomach until it was far enough to throw on the ground.

He pulled back, glancing at every inch of my face. "Are you sure you want this?"

I nodded. "With you? Always."

Jameson titled his head. "Lizzie."

I stared blankly at him. "Yes, Jameson?" What the hell was he waiting for? "Is something—"

"Wake up," he said. "Lizzie, wake up."

"Lizzie!"

I shot up immediately.

What the hell just happened.

"God, are you okay?" Jameson examined me closely. "You're sweating." He placed a hand on my forehead, and it took everything in me not to moan. "You're burning up, Lizzie."

"Really..?" I sounded pathetic. "I didn't- um- notice." But I did feel very dizzy. "It is pretty hot in here come to.. think of it." What was I even saying?

Are you sure you want this?

"Is this your heart again?" Jameson stretched his hand out toward my chest but I stopped him, curling my fingers around his.

"No, I was just startled. I'm fine." I was anything but.

Jameson went to speak again but was cut off by Grayson, "We're going to land soon."

I looked up at him. "Wait, how long was I out for?"

Grayson looked bored. "Hours. Get ready." He walked away without another word, and Jameson looked done with his older brother's attitude.

"He can be such a fucking asshole."

There was nothing to fight about there. "Tell me about it. Hey, do you know what's going on with him and Avery? It's weird—"

"You tell me about it. Maybe it's just his way of moving on, you know.. past.."

"Emily," I said.

Jameson scratched the back of his neck. "Mhm."

"You're going to her memorial dinner, right?" A couple of weeks ago, I would've been praying on him saying no. But now? Jameson Winchester Hawthorne was one of the only people I wanted to be around.

He smiled. "Of course I am. I wouldn't want to leave you hanging, Lizzie."

And he knew me. Just like that.
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"Going for a swim?" We had just settled into the hotel room, but Grayson didn't look like he planned to relax. He looked tense. "It's late, Gray."

"I'll mind my business," Grayson answered, "and you mind yours." With that, he walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck, he can be a pain in the ass." Jameson ran a hand through his brown (wet) hair.

"Yeah, he can be," I said.

Jameson looked at me, and a small smirk appeared on his face. "You know what we should do?" Oh no. Absolutely not. We were in an unknown hotel room, and any idea Jameson had was probably highly volatile.

"Don't even say it."

But Jameson Hawthorne never listened. "Champagne."
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"That was so your fault! Not mine!"

Jameson and I were sprawled out on the king sized hotel bed, drinking away and spilling all of our thoughts. It was actually very therapeutic.

"Lizzie, we all know you suck at scrabble," Jameson said.

"Fine." I stood up straight on the bed. "But that doesn't mean that one game wasn't your fault, because I remember it that way."

"Cheeky, Lizzie, cheeky." Jameson took another swig of the champagne bottle before offering it to me. I took it. This had somehow become a habit of ours. Drinking champagne. Talking about our problems.

As I drank from the bottle, the bed shifted, and Jameson sat up straight to face me. It was then that I noticed how disheveled his hair was, and how badly I wanted to run my hands through it.

He was in a black sweatshirt and black sweatpants, and God, if I could just—

"What is going on with you?" Jameson laughed. "Ever since the plane ride you've been acting sooo weird."

I had an almost sex dream about you?

"Nothing," I said. "I've just been tired."

As if on cue, Grayson opened the door to the hotel room, holding his phone to his ear.

"Who are you talking to?" Jameson asked.

"Avery." Grayson glanced between me and Jameson, but it was brief. He removed the phone from his ear and pressed the speaker button.

"Please tell me someone is decent," she said through the phone.

"Grays been drinking down at the bar? Thank God we haven't lost him yet." Jameson nudged my shoulder, and I laughed.

"Do not patronize me," Grayson said through an almost smile. Seeing him smile was good— hope.

Then there was a face at the door.

"Holy shit," Jameson said. "Daddy Grayson."

I smacked his shoulder. "Jameson!"

Grayson turned around, and I didn't have to see his face to know what he was feeling. Panic. Grayson Davenport Hawthorne did not like surprises. He needed to be five steps ahead of everybody at all times, or at least one. Better than nothing.

This was a surprise.

"Is everything alright?" We had all forgotten Avery was on the phone. "What's going on?"

"I'll call you back." Grayson lowered his phone, not taking his eyes off of the man in front of him. His father.

"Hello, Grayson," Is all Sheffield Grayson said.
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a/n:

guys the drama starts soon and ik i say that every freaking chapter but i mean it!! jealous jamie coming soon..