* The Secrets Behind His Mask * {( H 2 O V A N O S S )} [✅]

Chapter 12: What If We Stayed Another Night?~

(A/N:) another part done and one on the way! Whoop woop! :3

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Jonathan's POV

Evan's hand traveled from my cheek, down my neck, pushing the towel farther off my shoulders. I shivered as his hands touched me; filling me with passion and security. This man wouldn't hurt me, infact, he held me as if I were a broken piece of fragile porcelain. His face got close to mine, turning last second to my neck, pecking my skin gingerly with the softest of kisses. Then my shoulder, then my arm, then my chest. He kept kissing all over my body, pushing both sides of the towel away, trailing down my other arm. It was as if he wanted to tell me that these scars were okay, that these insecurities didn't matter to him. My eyes fluttered shut as his warm breath trailed lower down my stomach; my whole upper body exposed. It felt so weird the way I was showing another human being the tragedies of myself that I swore I would never reveal, yet here I am. He's even kissing the off-white lines that covered my chest. At this point, I thought I could feel tears brimming my eyes.

I reached up, wiping them away. Evan noticed my movements and stood up tall, placing both his hands on the sides of my face. He swiped his thumb over my cheek bone, and kissed the corner of my eye. I released a small sniffle as the flood gates opened up, tears now streaming down my face. "Shhhh," Evan hushed me softly, "I'm here, it's okay. Just let it out." Evan wrapped his arms around my midsection in a firm hug. I complied, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

I didn't want to cry anymore cause honestly, I was so happy in this moment but I couldn't stop myself, the tears just kept flowing. I gripped the back of his shirt, trying to get even closer to Evan then I already was, earning a barely audible chuckle. "Jon, how would you like to stay another day?" He whispered, his warm breath against my ear.

I nodded slightly, not lifting my face from his shoulder. "Yeah," I sniffled, "I'd like that." I finally felt myself stop crying and let go of Evan's shirt. He did the same and I stepped back, looking to the floor. "Thank you..."

"Well, it's my job to make sure that you're alright." Evan replied with a small smile as he ran his fingers over my bare arms, looking at my chest more closely. "We can talk about it some more tonight, only if you want too though."

"Can we just go to bed, it's been a long day," I said, looking back up into Evan's deep brown eyes before turning away to hide my blatant blush. "I'm tired as fuck."

"Same," Evan laughed and I laughed along, sliding up beside my suitcase to grab my pajamas. I suddenly remembered that I had on only a towel and looked over at Evan to see him on his phone.

"Hey Evan, can you like...turn around or something?" I requested awkwardly and he furrowed his brows with a slight smirk.

"Why?" Evan questioned playfully, setting down his phone. "I've seen majority of your body already so why not see all of it?"

My face turned bright red. "Shut up, fuckboy!" I threw a pillow off the bed and it hit him in the chest. He started to crack up, turning his back to me.

"Fine," Evan compiled through fits of fading laughter, "I won't look, I promise."

I huffed and proceeded to change, slipping on a black t-shirt and long plaid pajama pants. "Okay, you can turn around now," I said and went to return the towels to the bathroom. I saw that the water was still running, quickly turning it off I hung the white linen over the shower curtain rod and turned to look for my mask. Sure enough, there it was, sitting on the edge of the counter. I picked it up and ran my thumb over the red marks on its beat up surface. This was the mask given to me by Evan, the one he wore while playing hockey many times before. The thought made me smile and I was about to put it on but stopped when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I hesitated but eventually looked up, staring myself in the eyes. Taking the features of my face, I remembered what Evan had said.

You're so... beautiful...

His words echoed in my mind and I brought my hand up, touching the spot where his fingers had caressed my jaw. How could he find me beautiful? I gritted my teeth and quickly put on the mask, walking out of the bathroom. Evan looked over at me about to say something when his eyes caught my mask. His expression twisted slightly. He seemed pained, hurt maybe. Seeing his expression reminded me of how he must feel. He told me I was beautiful, he cares about me and for me to go back to wearing the mask after what he said must have seemed like I totally disregarded his feelings. Selfish... I thought and started to feel my thighs getting itchy. You're always so fucking selfish. You never take into consideration how others feel. Clenching my fists, I flung back the covers of the bed and jumped into it, curling myself into a ball.

"Jonathan?" Evans voice broke the silence, "are you okay?" I could feel the bed dip as he sat next to me.

"Yeah," I lied, "Just tired as all hell."

"Okay, if you say so man," Evan got up and started to head toward the couch.

"Wait...." I stopped him, "you don't have to sleep on the couch... I mean unless you want to..."

"Is that an invitation?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I didn't know how to respond so I stayed silent. "Alright, I won't sleep on the couch." He said and pulled back the covers, crawling in besides me. I felt his chest press to my back as he reached over me and turned off the lamp on the night stand, leaving only the silvery moon light to illuminate the room.

"Good night, Evan." I murmured as he rolled away.

"Good night, Jon."

OKAY, END OF 12

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(A/N:) Yoo, we're halfway through part thirteen so bruh *dies*

Soon

I swear

Anyways, hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading and have a great day!~