The Wish (Book One)

Chapter 40: The Fire in Your Eyes

I stare at the crumpled ceiling, wishing I was handy enough to renovate my house. All night I tossed and turned. Not having Jason by my side affected me more than I thought, but I wasn't going to give in and call him to come back. No, I can't be lenient, not anymore. I need to put my foot down, like a mother whose child has disobeyed. If I go back on what I said, he won't learn.

If she is like a sister to him, why didn't he introduce us? I was like a fucking servant to him, he's obviously embarrassed of me. The way he was touching her definitely wasn't sibling like. Asshole.

Walking out of my bedroom in nothing but a cotton white T-shirt and black thigh high socks, I slide across the hard wood floors. Once in the kitchen, I hear snoring and I grow quiet. No one else besides me is here.

Creeping towards the soft but audible snore, leading me into the living room, I spot Jason, sleeping on the couch. One long leg lays on top, and the other dangles off the edge. Poor guy, he's so tall, my tiny couch must be uncomfortable. Good.

His rough exterior looks relaxed and at peace. Features are soft, like he's carefree, a young man when he sleeps. I so badly want to kiss him on the cheek, but refrain. Over to the kitchen, I grab oatmeal and a pan.

Boiling water, I grab my headphones that are on the counter. Plugging them into my phone, Wake Me Up by Wham plays through my ears.

Humming the tune quietly, my hips begin to sway. Leaned over the counter, hips thrash from side to side, and hair falls down my back. Working my legs to the chorus, I feel a pair of hands on my hips, and I buck. Startled, I rip the headphones out and spin around.

"Damn. I was enjoying the show.", he admits in a sleep glazed voice. "Don't stop. Continue as if I'm not even here." I roll my eyes and return to the boiling water, where I pour the oats in.

Then, he comes up behind me again. Hands on my hips, face in the crook of my neck, he kisses me there, and I extend my neck for better access. He nibbles on my ear lobe. A hand trails down to my center where he finds my nub.

Circle upon circle, I grip onto the counter. He works his fingers faster, adding one inside of me. I bite my lips to suppress the moans. But I'm so close, it won't be long before I lose myself.

Knowing I'm holding out, he kneels and turns me roughly to face him. His tongue snakes out, and the first lick I scream in pleasure. I explode onto his tongue, grinding. I can't stand anymore, thankfully he holds me in place.

Looking into my eyes, he pulls down my socks and kisses my thighs. All the way up to my middle, which is the last part he kisses. Still so sensitive I grab his shoulders for support, and he eats me for breakfast...

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At the table where we eat our oats and dippy eggs, there's silence. Questions held in our eyes, but both of us are too afraid to ask. I wash the words down with a cold glass of milk. 

Jason watches me quiver under his stare. He picks at his piece of toast, then places it back down on the plate. "Guess you're wondering why I'm still here." You think? "Well I did leave, like you told me to. I left as soon as the words left your lips."

"Then why did you come back?", I ask coldly.

"I went for a drive to clear my head. I ended up at the graveyard. Dark, dreary, and alone. I found two golden roses that lit my path. Baby I know you put them there."

I start to draw on the side of my glass. My lips left a mark on the cup and I'm afraid I have a milk mustache now. I glide my fingers over my top lip. "What makes you say that?"