My broody boy

12. The cherry on top

Eve woke up that morning in a surprisingly better mood. Rolling over her head landed on a silk pillow and she froze. Cracking her eyes open she recognized her bedroom however she didn't recall how she got there. The last thing she recalled was playing video games with Jaxx and falling asleep on the couch. However, she somewhat remembers him talking to her.

"Eve..." Jaxx nudged her as she slept on the couch. "Eve you're falling asleep," he said, her mumbling something he didn't understand and flipping over on the couch, snuggling against the cushions. "Ok," he let out a long breath tossing the controller on the floor.

Grabbing all the dishes and cups from the floor, he took them into the kitchen and put them away, cleaned up the mess he made that Eve said she would clean and went back into the living room finding her still asleep.

"Ok," he walked back over kneeling beside her. She looked so peaceful sleeping. It amazed him how she fell into this almost innocent state that awake seems so far from it. However he himself has fallen asleep on this couch and in the morning he cursed with the sharp pain shooting through his back, a pain he didn't want Eve experiencing. "Come here," he slid his arms under her body, lifting her in his arms with ease.

She stirred a little, not much but just a little before snuggling her face in the crook of his neck and dozing back off. Grabbing the blanket off the couch that Eve had brought in the room earlier he tosses it over his shoulder, careful not to drop her and took her to her room.

In the weeks he had been here he always wondered what Eve Caya Heyes's bedroom looked like. He always wanted to walk down the hall and into the room that held the girl who would constantly fill his thoughts but he knew he couldn't. However her room was just as he thought, the walls were a dark red, the bed was huge with dark metal frame and the mirror was filled with pictures of her and friends and Ethan.

The floor was spotless except a few clothes that had been thrown on the floor from the day before. The bed was unmade and lying on the floor was something that made him cringe a bit, a shirt; a guy's t-shirt. It was some simple black shirt and all he thought was if it belonged to CJ. Was he the cause of her clothes being thrown across the floor or the unmade bed? He was clearly the cause of the smile she had been sporting the last few days but the thought of it being because of that, that he made her feel things that he had hoped to make her feel. That he got to touch her and kiss her in a way every time Jaxx sees her he has to stop himself from doing, that he reminded himself that he couldn't. He cared for her, he hated to admit it but he did and it sucked.

"God Eve " he stroked her hair from her face as she slept. "Why are you, you?" he questioned, not getting why after all this time he started to like someone. "Why does the first girl in such a long time that I care for but I can't have? I'm not doing so great at this and I will admit I don't like CJ. It's not really fair if you ask me. He just came completely out of nowhere and I don't know how to handle it. I'm supposed to be treating you like someone I don't care about, I have to remind myself constantly who you are and it's getting hard Eve. God Pretty Girl it's getting to hard being in the same room and not being with you," he confessed what had been going through him the past week, knowing awake he could never admit this, it would only confuse her more.

He knew his hot and cold act had hurt her, that one minute he was wanting her and the next he shoves her back and doesn't speak to her but Sophie's words echoed in his head. This girl was Ethan's sister, Ethan Kyle Heyes, his best friend; his only real friend. He couldn't hurt her, he couldn't do something that would affect her because it would affect Ethan and he couldn't lose Ethan.

"I'm sorry," he leaned down pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I really am," he stood up walking out of the room and quickly shutting the door. Returning to his room to know it was a pointless attempt at ever sleeping.