Jason Mccan || Take My Heart

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► "Why does something so wrong feel so right?"

a/n: someone is stealing stuff from my story again which is pathetic hahah.I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER
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The sun fell through the blinds and I opened my eyes, making a bad attempt to awaken myself. But as I took the time to look around the room, I noticed Jason's body on the couch, his body moving slowly.

I sat up, eyeing the shirtless boy who laid on his back and I sighed, as everything from the previous day ran back to my mind.

I had kissed Jason.

I didn't want to think about it, but I really couldn't stop myself. The feel of his lips still lingered on mine, and a feeling flushed over me. Maybe Jason did care about me, after all.

But as I thought about it, I realised that this was wrong. How could something so right feel so wrong? He was my kidnapper and I hate him. I missed my old life and he hurt me, multiple times. That's nothing that's going to change.

But I kept asking myself the same question, over and over. What did it mean to Jason? How would Jason know when I'm not even sure what the kiss meant to myself - I just wanted to ask him so many questions.

"Morning." I heard a raspy, tired voice fill the room and I shot my head over to Jason, pulling the sheets up over me a little more. He was now awake, pulling a shirt over his head and I quickly looked at what was exposed until it was covered.

"Hi." I replied, a concerned feeling washing over me.

I wanted to avoid the topic of us kissing, badly. But I wasn't sure I would be able too. How could we not talk about this? We fucking kissed.

He hopped off the couch, throwing the blanket off of him and walking towards the door when I found myself hopping up as well. This wasn't unusual, my body did things I couldn't control and I quickly grabbed ahold of his wrist.

"Wait, Jason." I spoke softly as he turned around to look at me, no expression on his face.

His eyes scanned down to my lips, making a flushed feeling inside which I wanted to hit myself for.

He then licked his lips, making me want to close my eyes.

"Yes?" He asked as soon as he lit his eyes travel up to meet mine again. He was confusing me if I was to be honest, almost like nothing had happened.

"We need to talk." I told him nervously and this completely changed his expression. Jason's jaw locked in anger as he looked away, obviously knowing what I was going to talk about. Well, we both obviously didn't want to talk about this.

"There is nothing to talk about, Ariana." He replied, his voice harsh and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I got the fact he didn't want to talk about it, but completely putting it under the carpet wasn't something I was willing to do.

Apart of me wanted to know what it had meant to him and I wasn't even sure why.

"Jason, we need to talk about what happened last night." I told him again and this only made him smirk. He grabbed my top, pulling me closer to him and I was unsure of his intentions.

"We don't need to fucking talk." He growled, his face held anger but I knew his eyes held something else. Jason hid a lot and all I wanted was for him to open up to me, even if he is the last person I want to be around. He hides himself and I hate that.

I wanted to know Jason.

"And by the way, baby girl, I am the one that makes the rules. If I don't want to talk, then we won't." He continued as he ran a hand through his hair. "You should know that by now because I'd hate to give you another punishment."