Addicted

|| Chapter Three ||

"The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend."

- Abraham Lincoln

The door starts to creak open slowly.

A dark body steps through the door, while I'm holding my breath. The killer walks through and thats when I make my decision.

WHACK! I hit my poor laptop against the man or woman.

"OWW!" The body crumples on the floor and I realize something...I recognized that strong voice...I jump over the body and switch on the lights. On the floor probably unconcious was...Jackson.

Why would he be here?

"JACKSON!" I run over to him and help him up. "Are you okay? Ithoughtyouwereakiller." I say quickly, not even caring about anything else. I shake him a couple times. His once beautiful was now bruised in the spot I hit him on, but not wasn't bleeding fortunately.

I hear him let out a small whimper, while I basically drag him to the restroom and set him on the toilet. I run and get a frozen bag of peas from the freezer.

Asking Jackson to hold the bag on his bruised face , I start to rub my thumb against a small, forming bruise. I ignore his small protests.

"It'll make it feel better." I felt guilty for smacking him.

Jackson pushes away my thumb, and drops the frozen bag. "I'm okay, it's just a bruise. Can you kiss it a bit better, Sweetie?" He asks innocently. I see a small smirk form on his lips.

I groan loudly. "Fine. But it's nothing more than a kiss on a cheek, but don't call me Sweetheart." He nods, and looks to the side, allowing me to "kiss his cheek better".

I stand up and start to lean in reluctlantly, my lips just inches away from him, when Jackson swerves his head around and instead of me kissing his cheeks, I was kissing his lips.

 Sparks spread through my body. My eyes widen and I start to push away, but his hands come around and press on my bottom, pulling me closer to him. I continue to push him away, but his grip was too tight.

He pulls me on top of his lap. I was forced to straddle him, with my lips still on his. Jackson tries to further the kiss, sliding his tongue below my bottom lip for entrance, but I don't allow him.

When he notices there was no point of trying to do that, he slids his hands up under my shirt and on my back and I gasp, when he squeezes his hand on my left cheek. He takes this chance to slip his tongue in my mouth. His tongue starts to explore every inch of my mouth. 

I stop trying to fight against him, and melt into his arms. With my hand tangle in his hair and his hand in my shirt somehow, we pull apart, gasping for air.

My forehead was placed on his forehead, and we were staring into each other's eyes. We could have stayed in this position forever, but he broke the silence.

"Well...that made it all better." Jackson smiles. I was glad he didn't smirk.

I pull away from him and pick up the frozen bag, all without smiling , (even though I'm feeling like it). I was a bit shocked. I can't believe I let him kiss me. "Sorry for hitting you. I thought you were a killer."

He waves his hand nonchalantly. "It was cool. It was worth it for that kiss." I scowl. "Why did you kiss me like that though? I thought you had a girlfriend." I hiss at him.