WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Yrene's PoV

It was January now, and it was snowing like anything. I was happy of course, for my love for snow was everlasting and who does not like when school is out and you can stay cuddled up in your blankets, with a good book or a good tv series alongside your boyfriend? No one. And this is exactly how my whole winter break was passing, my parents had gone to their ski resort with Katie's parents and the Dawfield's minus Jason. Raymond and Mishy were gone to America in order to take a break from their busy lives and so Ross and I had the whole house to ourselves, which wasn't much usual than different. It was amazing to have Jason over and being able to kiss him and cuddle with him in my living room without disapproving glances from Raymond or the awkwardness of my parents' presence although, Ross would often more than not throw popcorn at us, the moment we'd start kissing if all three of us were watching a movie together or smack me upside the head demanding my attention if I gave more of it to Jason. Men. And we were doing this right now, I was sharing my ear buds with Jason as he played with my hair twirling it in between his fingers and kissing my forehead. Of course, I was making him listen to Eminem while Ross was continuously screaming at us,
"Hey monkey lady! Does your love for that forty seven year old man, know no bounds?" And yours too, monkey man?"
Both of us, turn around at the same time, give him the middle finger and stick our tongues out at him childishly. Then we hysterically laugh at our coordination and high five each other.
"You disgust me by doing things like this, you do!"
I blow him a kiss and Jason flips him the bird once again.
"Okay, I'm heading out," he points directly at Jason giving him a playful glare which is not so playful at the same time, "no funny business and keep your hands off of my baby sister in my absence." Jason backs away from me his hands held up in front of him in a surrender like manner.
"Ross, I'm not five!" I scold him and he flicks my nose, kisses my cheek which is red due to the anger I am feeling towards my brother, fist bumps and bro hug's Jason and leaves.
As soon as he is out of that door Jason turns to me, waggling his eyebrows,
"So what do you say? We get down and dirty."
You guessed it. I smack him and push him away from me but only for him to pounce back onto my body which is occupying most of the sofa now. Pinning my wrists above my head, he begins to kiss me, teasingly at first but then as soon as I tug at his hair after freeing my wrists ,from his captive hands, with indescribable passion. He pays special attention to a certain spot on my neck which I am more than sure leaves behind a love bite. He lifts me up and sits back so that I am now straddling his lap. And in that moment when we both came up, panting for breath was when I knew. I had fallen in love with Jason Dawfield. I didn't tell him though for the time didn't seem right.
"Come to Oxford with me?"
I am taken aback by his suggestion, did he just say he wanted me to move in with him?
"Jay... I can't. Not yet." It was true, I didn't think I was ready for that kind of commitment, ironic, considering we were already engaged but I still felt jittery every time I thought about having to move out of my house, especially since Raymond still hadn't moved out and I knew it was partially because of me. But maybe getting away from all of this bullshit at home, namely my mother and her ways, would be good and relieving for me. A release.
He takes my face in his hands,
"Hey babe... I'm not asking you to move in. That's too great a cost, I mean you're still in high school. But just for the summer. Please? For me?" He pouts and I push his face up by pushing his hair back and kiss away the pour on his face.
"I'll ask Ray and then if he says yes. Then.... I will think about it." Even though,I was sure of my answer. I would need the release.
"think about it huh? Think about it?"
"Yeah..." I smile at him.
He takes my waist, pulls me in close and when I think he's going in for a kiss, he begins to tickle me relentlessly.
"St-stop" I manage to get out between hysterical laughter, "J-Jay pl-please."
"Say you'll come with me."
"But-I n-need to think!"
He stops tickling me and looks at me so intently I feel myself searing under the burning gaze.
"Babe, I can read you like an open book. I can read your eyes and tell that you want this as much as I do." He's right and so laughing I nod at him and hug him tightly,
"I'll come. If Ray gives me the permission, that is."
"You've made me so happy, Nene, you don't even know."
"You say that a lot, you know? That I make you happy." I say cradling his cheeks in both my hands.
"That's because you do. You're my life, my entire heart. I love you."
Deciding I couldn't hide my love for this man anymore I told him,
"And I love you." His hands go limp around my waist and his eyes widen at my revelation, he backs away in disbelief.
"Wh-what?" He stutters as the biggest, goofiest smile splits his face in two,
"I love you, Jay." I repeat and this time tears form at the corners of his eyes and he hugs me as tightly as possible, burying his face in the crook between my neck and shoulder.
"I love you. I love you so much. So much." He continues to chant like a well rehearsed mantra.
"And I love you." I whisper in his ear as the salty brine from his eyes drops onto my shoulder.
"Why are you crying? Huh?"
"Because, baby, I love you so damn much I feel like I'll die of it someday. And to have you love me, means the world to me, literally. I promise, I'll never let you down, leave you alone, never, I'll be there for you forever and ever and ever." As he says this he continues to tighten his grip around my waist and buries his face deeper in my neck.
Wiping his tears he gets up from the sofa and puts me on the ground and kisses my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head,
"I just love you a lot."
"I know." I whisper, wiping the newly formed tears from his eyes,
"Come" he takes my hand and we go up to our room, "dress up. Properly please, I can't have all the guys gawking at you once I take you where I'm going. And no, I'm not telling you where. This one is for me, I want you there, for me." I nod before kissing his lips, walking into my closet and donning my Fendi skirt, black stockings and an off white cashmere sweater along with my chic mademoiselle hat.
"Babe, you look so stylish I can literally stand here and watch you all day."
"Shut up! Stop flattering me." I scold him, making my way to my dresser to put on mascara and a nude lipstick, he comes up behind me wrapping his arms around my stomach,
"It isn't flattery if it's true and in this case it was all, very much, true."
He kisses my neck and when I turn it to give him more access, I see in my reflection, the love bite he had left behind from earlier and instantly push him away smacking him,
"You idiot!" Smack. "Look" smack "at" smack "what" smack "you've" smack "done!"
He looks confused, sitting in my bed, and so I tilt my neck to show it to him and no sooner than I do this that he starts smirking, a proud smirk.
"What you doofus?"
I question him as I frantically go through the contents of my dresser in search of my concealer.
"Hey, hey, what are you looking for?"
"My concealer of course! What else do you think?" I scream at him, "I can't go around looking like this! Ross would kill me!"
And just when I find the concealer he snatches it from my hands,
"Na-huh! No you're not hiding that!"
"What the hell is wrong with you Jason? Give it to me!" I demand and go around him to snatch it back when he pulls me in close, throws the concealer on my bed,
"I want the world to know you're mine. Forever. Always. Consider it my claim onto you."
He winks at me and I give him an angry glare although secretly I love the fact that he wants everyone to know that we are together,
"I am not your property to claim Jason! I'm a person!"
"You're my person. And everyone should know it! You're not embarrassed, are you?" His tone goes from playful, possessive rich boy to weak, vulnerable soft boy and I take his cheek in palm,
"Hey... No. Why would I be embarassed? You're the best boyfriend ever. I barely deserve you."
"No... Baby I barely deserve you, you deserve the world and I will gladly lay it at your feet, if you'll let me."
We hug and I decide to not conceal the hickey even though Jason did try to hand me back the concealer.
We get off the motorbike and I notice that he has brought me downtown, like the area where everything wrong happens, punks and drunks surround you and you find twelve year olds doing lines of coke. Despite my protests Jason, like the overprotective regard that he is, makes me wear his jacket and moves my hair to the side, making the hickey prominent so that everyone, more like every man who lays eyes on us knows that we are together, that I am his and he is mine. And to add to the effect in a hidden corner of a forgotten alleyway I kiss his neck, biting softly, leaving behind a mark identical to my own on his neck. Perfect. Now all the girls who were gawking at him can know he is mine. Understanding my motive behind the heated kiss, Jason smirks at me, raises his eyebrows, shakes his head and takes my hand in his as we finally reach our destination. My face pales and my legs almost shake as I read the sign on the building in front of us. Jason has brought me to a tattoo parlour.