Sinister [Jason McCann]

Nineteen

Jason’s POV --

 

I didn’t remember falling asleep.

 

I could have sworn more talking had been done but none of that was renovating through my head. My body felt heavy, still tired but my eyes weren’t willing to remain shut forever. With the sun creeping into the room, it only forced my eyes to open up as well. The bed sinks in on my right side, the blankets tugging my body in the same direction. Eyes still shut, I turn over completely, placing my arm underneath the pillow below my head to gather some comfort.

 

I hear a soft sigh and the sheets pull up against my arm. Finally my eyes slowly begin to open and my gaze fixes itself on dark waves of hair. I blink once, allowing my eyes to adjust a little more. Lea’s shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath and the sound of her releasing it fills my ears. I turn onto my back and sigh, raising my arms to rest my palms behind my head. While staring up towards the ceiling, she finally begins to turn over and we both keep our eyes focused on things other than each other. The silence, which commenced, allowed for my thoughts to deepen.

 

I once said I didn’t expect to ever find out the horrors of Lea’s past. I couldn’t picture her opening up to someone like me. I’m not someone people pour their hearts out to, unless you’re Ace, Brody or Scarlett. For strangers, I’m the last person you’d come to for comfort, instead of heading in my direction; often times they’d run in the opposite path. As an act of kindness it would only fit the situation for me to explain myself to her as well. To balance the amount of knowledge we’re beginning to share but I have no intention of spilling any secrets I keep locked away. Some things are better left eclipsed.

 

“I feel,” Lea swallows down and clears her throat, raising her hand slow to place it caringly onto her neck. “Like crap.”

 

“It’s a hangover.” I reply, not moving anything but my lips. “They go away with a lot of sleep.”

 

“Do you have one too?” She angles her head in my direction, “How are you feeling?”

 

“Alcohol doesn’t phase me.” I glance at her then give the attention back to the ceiling.

 

She considers, pursing her lips and licking them. Her body turns to completely face my direction and taking her time, she pushes herself closer to my side. Relaxing in her new position, Lea’s cheek presses against my arm and I turn to find that her eyes were shut again. My eyes remain on her lips, waiting patiently for them to form words. I could tell she had a lot to say, it just seemed as though now wasn’t the time for questions.

 

“Do you want to know what I love most?” She asks, her eyes rise and I look up from her lips to stare into them.

 

I nod once, I wasn’t a big fan of talking early in the morning. Not too much, that is. She shuts her eyes again and turns her face, just an inch or so. Her hair hides most of her face but even with the dark locks creating a veil, I still could depict her smile perfectly.

 

“When someone plays with my hair.” She says in a small voice, “Especially if my head is hurting.”