Let Me Love You

Chapter 21

Miley's POV

Like a nervous wreck I am, my palms started sweat unrecognized. I stared at the front door, hoping that he would come through any moment.

I walked casually around the kitchen, replaying the possible scenarios in my head over and over again.

"He could possibly figure out that I didn't make this." I said to my self. I nervously rubbed my forehead and heard my phone vibrate on the countertop.

It was obviously from Selena.

From: Selena

Relax.

That was the one simple word that I did not want to hear right now. Relax. She knows when she tells me to relax I will absolutely do the opposite.

To: Selena

Thanks, that is so helping.

I could feel her rolling her eyes on the other end of the line right now. She knows I know what she means by being calm.

With all this I felt tight arms wrapped around my waist. "Guess who it is." He whispered his dark muscular voice in my ear.

"Uhh, Chris Pratt?" I smiled, I have been all on him since I have seen Jurassic World with Selena. "You wish." The raspy voice scoffed.

He uncovered my eyes and I automatically turned around, I knew it was was him the whole time.

"What's this?" He asked quietly, gently pushing my shoulder to see the view.

"Just something." I said calmly, I didn't want to turn into a nervous wreck at this moment.

"Looks like more than just something." He moved passed me and looked at the finely decorated table.

"The candles are a good idea." He complemented as he ran his hands swiftly against the beige colored tablecloth.

"You did this for me?" He asked making a bit of eye contact.

"Well," I trailed off, I didn't know what to say. Selena and Andrew helped me was not good thing to start off with.

"Thank you." He said interrupting my racing thoughts.

"Your welcome." I helped him take off his suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair. I then straightened the china plates full of food on the table.

"And your dress looks a amazing." He looked me up and down my face blushing tomato red, he could tell I was feeling a little insecure by looking deep into my eyes.

"You look beautiful, don't let anybody tell you different." His hazel orbs looked deep into my bluish-greenish eyes. They way his eyes seemed, it felt like I could read his whole life story.

"I can't wait to rip it off you tonight." He muttered in my ear sending light shivers down my spine.

I gave him a meaningless smirk as I walked over to the table. Jason then pulled my chair from underneath the table and let me sit in to.

"So what did you make us?" He looked down at the very full plate as he sat down across from me grinning.

"Well...its..food." I automatically forgot what Andrew had made us, i sighed giving me a mental slap to my forehead.

"I can see that," he chuckled showing his priceless smile that I never get tired of....ever.

"Well to be honest it's baked ziti and yeah, i think?" I said very unsure.

Jason's POV

I could see right through her, I know when she was lying to me and when she is not lying to me.

The way she twirls a little strand of hair and tucks it behind her ear, the little beads of sweat that form on her hairline when she gets nervous.

"You didn't make this, did you?" I asked getting straight to the point.

She gave me a look that I can't really explain, the raised eyebrows, crosses arms.

"Well..." She trailed off. I know Miley isn't the type to lie to people's faces so even if I didn't try to get the truth out of her she would still be honest.

"It was a group effort." She shrugged biting her bottom lip, and by group effort she meant, either Andrew, Selena, or Taylor.

"Who really made this?" I interrogated as I bit into the rich pasta.

"Andrew." She confessed.

"Of course, the little hottie in the group." I commented, he's the only one that looks like he could cook, when I was with Selena the only think she could cook was a boiled hotdog.

"Well why don't we just finish what we started," she said as she gazed down at her plateful of food.

"By that you mean the food right?" I chuckled.

"Yes," she said slowly as she got what my joke had meant. We started to eat the food that Andrew had made and started up different conversations.

I have been dating Miley not very long, and its very interesting to learn new things about her.

Like she hates wearing socks to bed, she loves Italian and Jamaican food, she can't stand when boys make dirty jokes to get in her pants, except for me obviously.

I did tell her a little bit about me, but there isn't really much to talk about other than the fact that I am a self absorbed mobster the kills people for a living.

But sometimes I feel like I'm two Jason's, the nice, funny, sexy, sweet Jason and then there is the mean, hated, selfish killer that everybody fucking hates.

But Miley is the one that gets me through the bad days even if I lash out on her she still stands by my side.

But the catch is that I don't really want to change the bad side of me. It works well in the gang when I don't get what I want. It's the only side of me that helps me stay alive from the aggression.

"Are you listening?" She snapped her fingers repeatedly in my face the she got my attention.

"Yeah." I said getting out of my thoughts to focus on her. We had finished our dinner and I don't think she knew what I wanted.

"Well I think I gotta get home, it's after 10." If she thinks she's leaving then she has another thing coming.

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Sorry guys I have school and basketball and fieldtrip stop handle its too much.

I don't have much time but I will update once or twice a week I promise it's a slow story but there will definitely be a part 3 yay love you all comment for next chapter!!!