I realized as soon as the words left my mouth just how bad they actually sounded. I covered my face with my hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that."
"You really don't want anything more than our original agreement, do you?" He stared up at the ceiling, but I could see the disappointment written all over his face. I knew that I hit a nerve, but I wasn't sure if I pissed him off or just hurt his feelings. He was a very difficult person to read.
"All I meant was-"
"I asked you a question! I don't care what you meant, just answer me." He demanded, sitting up and staring into my eyes. Yep, I fucked up. "If you don't want to be with me, just fucking say it." Turning away from me, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed the sheet away, waiting for my response. When I stumbled over my own words, he stood up and walked across the room. Naked, he rifled through some clothing until he found a pair of loose fitting pants. Shoving one leg in and then another, he angrily pulled them up. He never glanced back at me once. Shit, this wasn't good.
"I.. I thought we were going to go with it and see what happens." I sat up, pulling the sheet over my naked chest.
"Why can't you just answer the goddamn question?" He snapped, spinning around and glaring at me like he wanted to attack. Folding his arms across his bare chest, his voice softened. "It doesn't matter what I want or how I feel. As long as Cassie got what she wanted, right?" He defiantly shook his head while walking back toward the bed. "I don't feel like playing games with you tonight. Let's just drop it, okay?" He got back into bed, and turned away from me.
I didn't say a word to him after that, afraid that I would just piss him off even more. I knew that he was asleep by his steady, deep breathing, and I stared at the tattoo on his back for the longest time until he finally turned to face me. I wanted so badly to touch his beautiful face, to reassure him that I was just scared, but I didn't dare wake him. He was so strikingly gorgeous as he lay there next to me with his eyelids twitching. After staring at him for so long that every perfect feature was forever burned into my mind, I got up.
Unable to sleep, I made myself a nice hot bubble bath. Sitting on the side of the tub, I pulled my hair into a bun and watched the water rise slowly before stepping in. This should make me tired for sure, I thought. Leaning back into the steamy water, I could finally feel my body starting to relax.
Feeling something against my leg, I opened my eyes to see Jared's leg as he stepped into the bath. I moved forward, giving him room to settle behind me. He sat down, pulling me snuggly against him. "I'm sorry that I snapped at you." He insisted, kissing my neck.
"It's okay, I was kind of rude to you. I really didn't mean it the way it came out. I'm sorry, it's just been so long since I've been in a normal relationship."
"You can't pull away from me Cas... You have to trust me, we have to trust each other." He leaned forward, lifting my chin with his fingers.
His arm slid around my waist and he urged me to turn over and straddle him. Hooking my arm around his neck, I hovered over him and for the first time, I actually felt something as I stared into those baby blues. Something stirred deep inside of me and I wanted him to kiss me. Not the kind of kiss where he bit my lip and whispered all of the naughty things he planned to do to me. No, I wanted the kind that would make my knees weak and my heart race. The kind of kiss that I felt throughout my entire body. A soft, deep and passionate kiss. "Do you trust me Cassie?" He asked, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and giving me exactly what I craved.
My heart skipped a beat and when his lips touched mine, I couldn't deny there was something special there. Using one hand to hold me in place, his fingers gently wrapped around my throat, and the other caressed my back, I was completely lost in his kiss. So lost, in fact, that when he pulled away, I forgot that he had asked me a question. "You need to think about that one?" He asked, his warm breath tickling my earlobe.
"What? Oh no, I-I mean, yes, I do trust you." What the hell was happening to me? This wasn't like me at all! Why did I suddenly feel all flustered as I stumbled over my words. He smiled and I was willing to bet he was proud of himself for accomplishing that with me.
"Oh yeah, let's see just how much." He insisted, moving back and standing up in front of me. He turned and stepped out of the bathtub, covered in bubbles. Picking up two towels, he tossed one to me. Luckily, I didn't miss and got out to dry myself off before wrapping the towel around my body. Once back in his bedroom, he picked up his phone and began furiously texting someone. It went back and forth for a few minutes, and the whole time he sat on the edge of the bed with a towel around his waist.
"Get dressed." He demanded, finally standing up and tossing the phone on the bed. He handed me my clothes from the floor. Was he insane? It was after midnight! "Come on!" What the hell did getting dressed have to do with trusting him?
I reluctantly pulled my clothes back on and picked up his brush, attempting to do something with the mess on top of my head. "Where are we going?" I asked, kind of afraid to ask.
"Out." It was a fucking crime how he dressed so quickly, but looked hotter than ever. I on the other hand, had messy hair and hardly any makeup left on my face when he was pulling me with him out the door. "You don't need makeup, Cas. You're fucking stunning." He assured me, helping me into the truck.
I was so confused as to why he was doing this. "It's after midnight." I muttered as he drove into town,
He smiled big, staying mostly silent during the drive. He pulled into a parking garage and we exited, walking down the sidewalk to a crowded club. "Babe, this is early in LA, stop complaining and let's go have a little fun." He whispered into my ear as he steered me toward a group of people. His friends.... Mostly beautiful women, of course. One of which, I already wanted to introduce to my fist. She was blonde and clearly had a massive crush on Jared. Her very annoying, high pitched voice and constant touching was almost too much to bare.
The way they flocked to him made me physically ill. What was this feeling I'm having? Oh, right, it's jealousy. He introduced me as his girl and the looks on their faces immediately changed. They were about as fake as you can get. You know, the ass kissing type who are only speaking to you because of who you're with? Yep, those kind.
He got us both something to drink and was laughing and talking to them, all the while holding onto me tightly. It didn't make things any easier and time ticked on by. I was so ready for it to be over and dismissed myself. "Excuse me." I pulled away and walked toward the bathroom.
I wasn't even all the way inside when he snuck up behind me, guiding me inside and closing the door behind us. I realized it was very small with only two stalls inside, both of which were empty. The tiny amount of space between the stall doors and the filthy sink was ridiculous. However, this didn't seem to bother Jared, who pinned me against the wall next to the sink. "Not having a good time?" He asked, holding my hands behind my back.
"Your friends are kind of snotty." I admitted playfully.
"Forget about them. It's just us right now." He whispered against my neck, pushing his knee between my legs. His soft touch was exactly what I wanted. "You ready to get the fuck out of here?" He asked, licking and sucking on my earlobe. "Was that uncomfortable for you? I'm sorry if it was, that wasn't my intention. They can be catty bitches at times, but I will promise you this... I will never ever let anyone disrespect you. I just want you to know that." He continued to whisper against my ear.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't help but wonder if I would make it out of that bathroom with or without being bent over that sink. I wanted him more than ever right then. This was different than all of the times before. I wanted regular, everyday Jared, not the cocky and demanding fuck he pretended to be.
