The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Eleven

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 11

By nine o'clock that night, Jason and I were settled in at my house, I had made dinner for him, Ava, Zane, and my dad, cleaned up after, and bathed my sister and put both kids to bed.

After I showered, I put on leopard print pajama shorts and a tank top. Brushing through my wet hair, I pushed it back behind my ear. It went down to my hips, so it's not like that did much to keep it behind my face.

Leaning closer to the mirror, I studied the cut that was on my forehead. It was a good three inches long, and it didn't look good at all. It looked like someone had taken a knife to my forehead, and to think that this was only caused from the force of the explosion blew my mind.

I walked down the dimly lit hallway to the guest room. Knocking on the door, Jason called a soft, "Come in," before I entered.

"You don't have to knock," he muttered after I shut the door behind me. "It's your house."

I shrugged. "Thought you might like your privacy."

Jason was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. The cuts on his arm and leg were showing, and it made my stomach turn. He also had some bruises starting to form, as did I. The wounds didn't look unbearable, but they looked like they hurt.

"How is it that you got so much more beat up than I did?" I asked, walking to the side of the bed and sitting myself next to him so my own back was against the headboard.

"I put myself behind you right before the explosion happened so that I blocked it a little more."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I'm actually surprised it had a little impact. I didn't think it would, but I had to try something."

I stared at him. Since he was next to me, it put my face somewhat close to his.

Leaning forward, I kissed his cheek without thinking, but as soon as I realized what I did, my heart went into overdrive.

"Thank you," I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder before he could say something about me kissing his cheek.

He nodded in reply and let out a breath. Slowly, he took my hands in his and studied my wrists. There was rope burn marks where they were tied, and a few cuts from the rope digging into my skin when I tried to get out of them.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner," he said softly, running his fingers lightly over the wounds.

"It's okay," I said. "You got us out. That's all that matters."

"But I should never have let them take you there," he said, grinding his teeth in anger. "None of this would have happened."

"Jason. We both got out. And we are both okay," I said.

His grip on my wrists tightened slightly, before he released and intertwined his fingers with my own and leaning his head on mine, taking me by surprise.

We sat there in silence for a while - my head on his shoulder, his head on mine, hands joined.

"You know," I said quietly. "When I was blindfolded, and I first heard the bomb ticking, I really thought you had left me. In those first few minutes, I mean, until you came to untie me."

"I wouldn't leave you there to die," he replied, his fingers brushing lightly over mine.

"I know that. I didn't at the time, but now I do. And I'm sorry for doubting you."

"No, I should be the one who's sorry," he said.

I laughed lightly. "So you've said. I think that's enough apologies on this subject for a while."

Jason chuckled at my statement, and nodded softly. "Okay. But I really, really am sorry that it happ-"

"Jason," I cut him off with a laugh, sitting up more so that I was facing him. "I know. It's okay. It's time to let it go."

Jason smiled softly at me. Yeah, this side of him I could get used to.

"You want to know the real reason I came back to save you?" he asked.

I nodded, and he pulled himself so that his face was an inch away from mine. His warm breath fanned over my nose, making me shudder slightly.

His piercing brown eyes were staring intently into mine, and I found myself unable to look away.

"Do you want to know?" he repeated.

"Yes," I whispered, glancing down at his lips briefly before meeting his eyes again.

He was silent for a second before saying, "It's because I'm starting to really like you."

And then he crashed his lips on mine.