I've Got Your Number

Fifteen

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Jayson took a deep and heavy breath. He could still feel Michi’s breath on his lips. Yes, Michi. Here. With him. 

He closed his eyes and shook his head, once, twice. When he opened his lids, Michi was still there in her soaking wet glory. She was dripping wet from the rain, her breaths were hot and her skin cold. She really is here, but he just simply couldn’t believe it. The anesthesia was probably numbing him, making him feel that everything right now isn’t as it should be. If she was here, he had to feel that she really was. 

“Give me another kiss so I know you’re really here.”

He felt Michi swallow the gasp that rose on her throat when he pulled her close and kissed her again. He kissed her slowly, making sure that she was here. Yup, she’s here alright. He never would have let go of her if he didn’t feel her shiver and if he didn’t feel droplets of rain on his face.

When he pulled back, her face was so red and so god damn perfect. She didn’t say anything, nor did he. But as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, some unknown emotion rose up his chest, choking him. He wanted to scream and kiss her and cut off Drake’s head. Jayson closed his eyes hard and pushed the thoughts far, far back into his head. 

He surprised himself when he found his lips on her forehead. She surprised him when she placed her cheek on his shoulder. Jayson had to bite his lip knowing that this truly is no imagination of his. He held her close, not thinking of anything else but her, with him.

It was when Michi sneezed that he realized what they just did and he could feel his own cheeks heating up. Another first for Jayson Mikhail.

Jayson helped Michi stand up as they were sitting on the stairs. Finally, after minutes of painful silence, he spoke up. “What are you doing here?”

He followed Michi’s eyes to his bandaged right arm. “I heard.. your hand..”

Well, she didn’t just “hear”, she received a message from Myk himself (and wondered how the heck he got her number) and a few other messages from Allis and Sandra (and wondered how they knew) about Jayson’s condition. Without even thinking about it, she rushed out her house and ran to the nearest bus station. It was late, it was stupid, but he just had to see him. And somehow, she had the need to explain herself to him. 

She sneezed again. Jayson bit his lower lip, which she found extremeeeeely sexy.

“I wouldn’t want to take you to my room again after what happened, but I guess you could say this is absolutely necessary?”

Michi thought back to a few days ago when she woke up from her nightmares of Drake and found Jayson holding her instead. Had that been only a few days ago? It felt like forever. She didn’t mean to black out on him that time. She didn’t mean to scream murder. 

Now that she thought about it, it felt really nice to be with him. And what happened just a few moments ago.. She shook her head and just held Jayson’s hand as they climbed up the stairs to their room. She needed to get out of her wet clothes. She couldn’t afford to catch a cold now, not now when the semifinals are coming up and the council would be at their busiest.