The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Twenty-Five

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 25


I woke to someone tracing their fingers along my face. I groaned, not wanting to wake up just yet. Rolling over- albeit a little ungracefully because I was sore for some reason- I snuggled my face into what I knew was Jason's chest. My thoughts started floating off as I slowly lost consciousness again. Why was I so tired?

Suddenly, flashbacks from last night came rushing back to me, making my eyes fly open.

Jason smiled at me when I met his eyes. "Hey," he said softly. Placing a soft kiss on my forehead, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

Blinking a few times to clear my vision, I found a way to ignore the fact that I was still naked in bed with Jason- who was also still naked. Shifting slightly, I winced when the soreness hit me again. Giving Jason a small smile to cover it up, I replied, "I'm okay. What about about you?"

"I'm great. Amazing, even."

Smiling for real, I closed my eyes and sighed happily. Snuggling into Jason's bare chest more, I hummed contently when he started rubbing my back.

"That feels good," I murmured when the rubbing turned into a massage.

"Lay on your stomach," he whispered.

Obeying, I did as he asked and shifted so I was face down. Jason sat up, moved so he was straddling my hips before he continued my massage. Because of the way he was sitting, I could feel every single part of him, and just the thought of that made my heart beat faster.

"You're so damn sexy," he ground out through his teeth. He pressed his hands into my back more, making me moan softly.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back again, and Jason was kissing me hard. When I found a point to pull away, I did, regrettably.

"We are not doing this again," I laughed slightly. "Not right now."

Pouting, Jason nodded, seeming to understand that I needed time to recuperate.

"But," I interjected, making him perk up. "I'm going to shower if you want to join-"

"Let's go," Jason rushed out, scooping me up princess style and rushing to the restroom.

Laughing, I noticed it didn't even bother me anymore that I was naked, and it definitely didn't seem like it bothered Jason in the slightest.

An hour and a half later, the two of us were showered and clean. I didn't know before, but apparently Jason's idea of showering was very different than mine. However, I wasn't complaining in the slightest.

I was in the process of wrapping a towel around my wet body when I heard a loud knock on the door. Since Jason was rinsing his hair one last time, I quickly wrapped my sopping wet hair up in a towel on the top of my head, made sure the towel around my body was secure, told Jason where I was going, and skipped to the door. I was in such a good mood, and it was all because of Jason.

Without even looking through the peephole, I opened the door carelessly. I didn't realize the goofy smile I had on my face until it started to fade when I saw who was standing on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped.

"I came to see you," he said weakly.

"Why? You kicked me out, remember?"

A pained look came across my dad's face, and in that moment, I saw how bad he truly looked. He had dark bags under his tired eyes, his usually neat hair was all over the place, his shirt was half tucked in, half not, and he had on two different shoes.

"Can I come in to talk to you?" he asked weakly.

I seriously considered saying no, but my better judgement got the best of me, and I let him in.

He looked around the apartment as if studying where I've been living for the past month. His facial features didn't give any clues to what he wanted to talk about, but I was sure I'd find out soon enough.

"He has a nice place," dad murmured softly.

"Yeah, we like it," I said simply. I plopped down on the love seat and motioned for him to sit on the couch across from me.

He did so, but cautiously.

"I'll get straight to the point," he said. "I want you to come home."

I frowned. "That's not what you said a month ago," I muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. He did, however, and he sighed.

"Please, Channing," he begged. "Without you there . . . Everything is so much more difficult."

"What happened to getting a sitter?" I muttered.

"That fell through because Ava didn't like any of the women I hired."

"Well, that's not my problem. You were the one who clearly said you didn't want me around."

"Channing, I know what I said, but I take it all back. Please come home."

"You made it quite clear you don't want me there."

"It was because I was angry! I made a mistake! Forgive me!"

"No! You kicked me out of my own home! If it wasn't for Jason, where would I be today?! On the streets?! Is that what you wanted?!"

"Of course not! I was mad at you that day, but now I need you to come home! Zane misses you, and Ava too. If you don't come home for me, come home for them."

I opened my mouth to reply, but Jason's coming into the room cut me off.

"Babe, who was at the d-" He stopped abruptly when he saw my dad.

My eyes widened when I saw the towel draped around Jason's waist. His hair was still wet from the shower, and his muscular chest was on display for me to see.

But that's not why my eyes widened. It was because the two of us were both in towels, and my dad was looking back and forth between the two of us, connecting the dots right away.

He met my eyes, and let me just say that he did not look happy.