No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

Dont go ,i am helpless .

Jasmine pov

I very, very nearly had a severe heart attack when I heard a slow clapping coming from my doorway. My head whipped up, and I saw Anthony standing there. I pulled my hands out from underneath the covers, and shoved the laptop away, but then cringed as I heard the moaning sounds coming from the speakers. I pulled the laptop back towards me, muted the volume, then threw it onto the bed, and stood up, smoothing down my clothes and hair, trying to look less flustered and more angry. "Anthony !" I gasped, trying not to look happy to see him.

"What - how...?" I took a deep breath, and tried to compose myself. He just stood there, leaning against the door frame, looking very amused. "How did you get in here?" I asked, my eyes widening in bewilderment. "Through the window," He told me, pointing behind him into my living-room at an open window. When he saw I was still confused, he elaborated, "I went through the fire escape in Renée's apartment. She was glad to know that I was gonna try to talk to you..." He trailed off and grinned, and I blushed furiously, "But it seems as if you've already forgiven me," He finished, taking a step closer to me. "I have not forgiven you." I told him, gritting my teeth. He wasn't getting off that easily. He raised a brow, still grinning, "You sure? Because by the looks of it..." He made a pointed glance at my laptop, the bed I was lying in a few minutes ago, and then at me, "I think you have." He concluded with a shrug.

"No. I haven't." I said again.

"And why not?"

"You were keeping secrets,"

"But that's not good enough a reason to break up with me."

"It is. You know how much I hate lies."

"I never technically lied to you. You never asked, so I never brought it up."

"That's a shitty excuse."

"So is yours,"

"Fuck you."

"Bet you want to,"

"Do not!" I squeaked, blushing again.

"Then what were you doing a few minutes ago?"

"I was... doing... stuff."

"Stuff. Right."

"Why don't you just leave, Anthony ?"

"Oh, fuck no. This is way too much fun. Much better than being depressed at home."

"Depressed?"

"I haven't been exactly the happiest person lately,"

I braced myself and asked, "Why?" I didn't realize I was holding my breath, and let it out. His answer would give me all the answers I needed. "Well, I kind of love you, in case you haven't noticed, and when you broke up with me..." He paused as if it hurt to relive the memory, "It was rough,"

I nodded. "Sorry," I said lamely. "So... you want me back?" Every fibre in my being screamed at me to say yes. "No," I was an idiot. So much of an idiot it was unbelievable. But I was also stubborn. Very stubborn, apparently. He still seemed amused. "'Kay," He said, then turned to go. "Wait!" I cried, stopping him. He turned around, "Yes?" I shook my head, "You're not gonna say anything else?" I asked, not wanting him to leave, but also not wanting to ask him to stay. I didn't want to sound as desperate as I was. "Should I?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. I shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not..." He nodded and headed for the door again, but then stopped, and turned to face me again.

"Jas... I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to see which one of us is going to crack first. Which one of us is going to beg the other to take them back - and you're convinced it's going to be me, but I don't think I will, because I'm pretty sure you need me just as much as I need you, so until you tell me you want me back... I'll assume that you don't." I was speechless throughout his entire speech, and when I could finally speak, I started to stutter, "N-no, that's not what I'm doing!" I couldn't believe he knew me so well.

"Sure." He said, then turned to walk away again. "Wait-" I gasped, walking over to him. He couldn't leave. Not now. Not ever. "Yeah?"

I put a hand on his shoulder and stretched up onto my toes to kiss him. God, I'd missed that. But it was pretty bland, because he didn't respond, but didn't push me away either. After a few seconds, I pulled away, breathing heavily. "What was that?" He asked, talking about what I'd just done. "I... Just..." I sighed, "I don't know," I said truthfully. "You didn't kiss me back," I noted, staring at him. "No... And I won't. Not until you admit you want me back."

I shook my head, frustrated. "Do you know how hard its been without you?"

"Do you?" I shook my head. "Exactly," He continued, "You have no idea how badly I want you right now. How bad I want you every single day, and the need's only intensified when you left me. And when I walked in and saw you, lying there, touching yourself, and watching that tape... jasmine , I don't think you know how hot that looked." I started trembling slightly at his words, but my resolve didn't falter. I wasn't going to admit how much I wanted him.

But I was too weak, and I knew I was.

"Anthony , please..." He looked at me. "What exactly are you asking for?"

"You. I want you."

"Is this you telling me you want me back, or are you just asking for sex?"

"Asking for sex," I muttered, knowing it was the first one, but being too stubborn to say so.

He shook his head. "Not 'till you admit it."

I took a deep breath, and then, suddenly, I remembered the bet we'd made not so long ago, and the details of it...The winner gets sex whenever he or she wants... Bingo.