Mary's P.O.V.
We both entered my room. So awkward, he seems quiet. Too quiet. Just the sound of his breathing could be heard. I decided to break the ice. "Okaaayyy. So you--" I went over to my bed and took a pillow and threw at him, "-- sleep over there." He catches the pillow and I pointed at the window seat thing. It seems wide enough to sleep on. I wouldn't want to have him thinking this is a luxur hotel.
He pouts at me and places his hands on his sides, "And all the things I've done for you. A pretty bed on your pretty head, good meals, and kisses." I rolled my eyes.
Hmmm... I guess I do owe him a little bit. EXCEPT for the kisses. I never asked/needed those.
"Fine! Sleep wherever you like. I have to change." Afterwards, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I changed into black shorts and a big, grey t-shirt and left my hair the messy way it is.
I opened the door to see a shirtless, relaxed Jason on my bed with his phone. My eyes explored his chest while he was preoccupied. I was stuck staring at his abs. Mmh... So tanned and toned. Damn. I wonder... if I just rub my hands all over it for just a quckie.
I cleared my throat and he rolls over to me and innocently smiled. "Yes?"
"Are you not gonna wear a shirt?" I 'politely' asked him.
He rubs his chin in thought, "I thought about that but it seems like I'd rather go to sleep without a shirt. It's more comfortable." He sinks back into the bed with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You! Ughh!!" I screamed. Ohh... I just wanna kill him with my two hands. But then again, I know I can't. He's stronger, bigger, faster and smarter than I.
Now, It's official. It is really awkward right now. I laid down on the left side of the bed and him on the other with a long pillow acting as a barrier between my side and his side.
"Mary... I'm feeling cold." he whispers in a baby voice way.
"What do you want me to do about it?" I sassed back at him. Suddenly, a cold metal hits my cheek. I peeked to what it was and it was my survival knife. How the fuck did he find that? I had hid that under my undi--- OMG!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!
I tried to maintain my face so I did. Like--- poker face even though he has a knife on me. "Don't think that I won't do it, Bitch!" he says with venom on the tip of his tongue.
He licks his tongue and I don't really get why was it that at this situation is really serious and I end up getting turnt. Oh god... he looks so hot licking and biting his tongue. I was beginning to move closer to his face and brushed my lips unto his wet ones.
My heart began racing faster and faster. Then a sound of a metal rang as it made contact on the ground. It was the knife I'm guessing. His hot breath tickled my nose and we were stuck on that position for a while. Just brushing on each other's noses and lips.
He tilts his head back and shifts back to his side of the bed. :( Wow... okay.
