“I don’t care about Tyler, not anymore,” I breathe, pressing my body impossibly close to Jason’s. “You changed my mind.”
He kisses me again, his fingertips pressing into the small of my back to hold me tighter. The tingling sensation is everywhere, consuming me and overwhelming my senses. We’re a tangled mess of limbs on his mattress, touching everywhere we can.
“You’re not sure,” Jason says against my lips. “Even now, I can tell you still love him.”
“I don’t,” I almost plead with him to understand. “Jason, it’s you. You gave me a way out, and I’m taking it.”
He shakes his head, turning it to the side so my mouth only brushes his cheek, decorated with scratchy stubble. My chest tightens, willing him to hear me. I want him — need him — so badly it hurts. How can he still believe I think about Tyler when he knows he does this to me? My fingers reach for his jaw, turning his eyes to face mine, begging him to allow a kiss.
“It’ll never work, Phoebe,” Jason says, and I feel like I’m tearing in two. How can he say this? “Not with everything that’s happened. Look at all I’ve done, and all you haven’t done. If we go through with this, everything about your life will change.”
My lip quivers. “Not you. You won’t change, Jason.”
A darkness falls over his eyes and I blink back tears. Jason can protect me, make me feel things that Tyler never could. What’s holding him back?
“I don’t know if I can…” he trails off, searching for words. His bottom lip is taken between his teeth and I wince.
“Just say it,” I tell him, preparing for the worst. What can he not handle? Jason has been through the worst. Does he not feel the same way I do? Am I just another girl he’s seduced and cast aside?
He closes his eyes. “I’m afraid.”
I take in a sharp breath. Afraid? “Of what?”
Jason’s expression softens noticeably and for a moment I think I’ve gotten through to him. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I hope silently that he’s trying to work out ways for us to be together. We have to be.
Slowly, his beautiful brown eyes open and stare impossibly deep into mine.
“Falling.”
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I squeezed my eyes tightly, straining against the ripping feeling in my chest. My hands closed around the fabric of Jason’s shirt and pulled him closer to me, wanting nothing but to feel him. He was warm, comforting to the coldness in my extremities. But where was the sensation I always had while pressing my lips to his?
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Empty Bargains ~Jason McCann~
Fanfic"I have nothing else to offer you," Markus barked through gritted teeth, his fists clenched hard at his sides. Jason shook his head, chuckling. "I only want one thing, and it's in this room," he sneered. Jason's eyes flashed over and caught mine, a...
