Songs For This Chapter:
Rosyln
by Bon Iver, St. Vincent
Chasing Cars
by Snow Patrol
Jealous
by Labyrinth
It's Gotta Be You
by Isaiah Firebrace
Out of Style
by Taylor Swift
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Streaks of light peeks in from the flowing thin curtains, causing me to turn around in my position, and be touched by something feathery. The thought of something so soft being present and readily comforting me prevents me from opening my eyes and see around my surroundings. But the movement of a someone doesn't.
I feel the tender touch of skin to my cheeks, pasturing slowly over my cheekbones and trailing down to my cupid's bow. And that's when I force my eyelids to open. Brown orbs with flecks of gold greet me, an emotion so deep as adoration being oscillated through them, a smile so loving as if it's barely there, adorning his face. And I don't regret forcing my eyelids to open.
However, I do question internally how he's bare chested.
He must've seen my confusion, because he leans in and places a featherlight kiss on my forehead, and croaks in his morning voice, "It got too hot in the night." I nod in acknowledgement.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask.
"Best I've had in the past week." I close my eyes, drowsiness engulfing my senses as I somehow manage to plaster a smile on my face for the sake of him knowing that I'm glad he finally got some much needed rest. Everything becomes hazy and indistinguishable, but he scoots even closer, the smooth skin of his shoulder, the crevices and muscles between his bones touching my own. I find myself drowning in a sea of warmth and comfort, and affection and serenity, when his arm drapes over my waist and pulls me closer, our bodies pressed firmly against each other. Strangely -although I'm beyond ready to welcome the lethargic daze once again- I'm strongly aware of the sites of skin-contact between us.
He blows softly over my face, the tendrils of baby hair flowing out of my forehead. I would be lying if I said I'm not thrilled. Lying if I said it doesn't make me cautious because of the exposure of skin. Lying if I said I was always used to this. If I said I didn't ever long for this. Long for us.
As if sensing my thought process, his legs entangle with mine, my toes curl and stiffen all at the same time. Wait, why can I feel his leg's skin?
My eyes flutter open, and without wasting a moment, I lift up the duvet and look down, only to have my suspicion proven right.
"Jason?"
"Hmmm?" He hums -oh, so his eyes are closed now, are they- a cunning smile playing on his beautiful face, clearly amused by my sudden attention towards him despite my urge to sink into slumber. He's teasing me!
"Why are we in our underwears?"
"It got too hot in the night?"
"Is that a question?"
"Do you want it to?" He opens one eye -yeah, why don't you use an eyepatch and take up piracy? I'm pretty sure it's no different than the job you have now- and quirks an eyebrow.
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WHEN IT ENDS || Jason McCann Fictional Story||
Fanfiction{ONGOING} Is it still the same? I don't know. I've put in a lot of efforts to make sure it isn't, but never succeeded. Hell, even Justin and his songs couldn't work their magic. But... Why is he here? Why now? But...how? Just-how? You know how when...
