Jasper's voice was like waiting for a rain storm during a drought. You got excited when the clouds got grey hoping the skies would open and unleash the quench to your thirst. Even a cool breeze was a tease. And every time Jasper opened his mouth it...
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2 am
4 am
5 am
I waited up on Jasper until eventually, I didn't. My eyes grew heavy and I faded away into a deep slumber. Until finally, I did hear it, a subtle knock on the door. I jumped off the couch and didn't even have to ask who it was. I opened the door to see Jasper sweaty and tired leaning against the door frame. His body fell against mine for support.
" I'm." he breathed his breath smelling of beer. " Sorry." He finished struggling to hold himself up.
He was Hungover. He bent his body over and vomited on the marble floors.
" It's okay." I soothed still holding onto to him. To the best of my ability, I helped him to the bathroom. His body was depending on mine for support. We made it into the bathroom Jasper groaned the bright lights grabbing the promote turning them down changing the bright lights to a dark neon purple. I placed him on the toilet as I cut on the cold water go the showers hoping to help with his hangover. His head hung draped low and exhausted.
I'd always take care of Jasper.
I'd always care for him.
My hands meet the bottoms of his shirt he didn't protest. His arms shifted helping me slide the shirt down his arms and remove it. He stood up his body still leaning on me losing his balance as he attempted to unbutton his pants. My fingers reach out of the bottoms and they slide off leaving him in just his underwear. I looked away from the budge print that couldn't be missed in his boxer briefs.
Let's just leave those on.
To my surprise, I felt Jasper's fingers brush against my skin to the end of the the the shirt. He leaned against the counter for support as he began to undress me. I didn't protest as I felt him raise my shift up and over my head leaving me exposed in my white barley. And although my face was turning as red a cherry, he seemed as cool as number despite looking sick with a hangover. I undid my oversize sweat pants and they fell down with ease leaving me in my white panties.
I grabbed his hand guiding him into the cold shower closing the glass doors behind us. The showers rained down against us washing away the sins of the night with it. Our own personal baptism. No words where spoken, we didn't need to speak. And although both he was half naked, it wasn't a sexual moment, bodily maybe. But not sexual.
My hands ran in his hair with the water and shampoo and his eyes never seem to me leave me, just like mine didn't leave him. We were less than an inch away from each other and even though he didn't touch me. I felt everything.
