Jayson Hendrix. The eldest child of Eleanor and Issac Hendrix, and the heir to everything they stand for. *** The responsibilities Jay faces are endless, although his priority has always been making sure his siblings survive another day. After being forced away from his family, Jay's main priority is now getting back home. When that proves to be near impossible, he decides to accept his faith. He's miserable and worried to the point of sickness, but his maid seems to be doing a great job at unintentionally taking his mind off things. *** "Don't kiss me, Talia.." I whisper as a last resort, my words coming out breathless. I keep my eyes on hers, knowing if I look back down at her lips I'm fucking done for. "Will it piss you off if you do?" She whispers, the challenge in her tone clear. My silence is a good enough answer for her since she's slowly pushing off the wall and pressing herself harder into me. Her forehead touches mine, and I think my heart stops when I feel her lips lightly skim against mine. My eyes fall shut immediately while I try to remind myself how much of a bad idea this is.