After the goodbye at the Overlook I went through what Elizabeth could have and should ahve been thinking and what decision she should have reached. I own nothing and mean no harm.
Stupid.
Idiot.
Ass.
Elizabeth could have gone on. Probably should have. The more bile she spew at the name of Jason Morgan the more likely she was to actually start to hate him.
She snorted.
Right.
The notion that she could hate Jason freaking Morgan was decidedly snort worthy. So she indulged once more, kicking at the errant stone unlucky enough to be in her way, Elizabeth spun back the way she came and began to retrace her steps.
He loved her. The stupid-idiot-ass loved her! How the hell was she supposed to walk away from that? Contrary to what the general population thought, she was no saint, no, she was a woman. A warm blooded female and damn if his declaration hadn't made said warm blood boil over. And now she was just suppose to take his words, take his kiss, and walk away.
Elizabeth didn't even bother to fight the snort of disbelief. How long had she waited for those particular words? Eight, no, seven years? God, how could their drama have been ongoing so long? Figures one of the longest and most successful relationships was the angst that swirled around herself and Jason Morgan. Did angst even count as a real relationship?
She was digressing, she was getting distracted, she was currently back at the overlook. Damn. Her traitorous feet had carried her back to him. Shocking. If Jason knew she had returned than he didn't show it. Something in the view was holding his attention fiercely. Love and lust battled for control. Her heart ached for him, urged her forward, whispering words of comfort and care that would smooth away the lines of worry she knew would be on his face. Her blood ached for something else entirely. Electricity, sparks, attraction, she wanted to feel him, to touch him, to remember what it felt like to come alive under rough fingertips.
Torn, Elizabeth held her ground. Either option was one she knew she could pull off. She could easily offer him words of comfort and she knew she could just as easily press his body into a physical release and distraction. But they had traveled along both paths before. Neither one had led her anywhere but here and it wasn't enough. Elizabeth wanted more. She wanted something different.
Uncertain, she glanced down at her hands, surprised to find them twisting the fabric of her shirt ruthlessly. The shine of her diamonds caught her attention. If she truly wanted things to be different than didn't she have to change them? Wouldn't changes for her relationship with Jason follow if she made changes in her relationships to other people?
Made sense.
Wow. How long had it been since something had honestly made sense.
She didn't want to be Elizabeth Spencer anymore. It should have been a more painful admission. It wasn't.
Her love story with Lucky Spencer was over. Her heart knew it, had known it far longer than her head, but there was no ignoring it any longer.
The admission was liberating, but there was more, so much more, could she even form the words? Admitting it to herself was hard, but she had to, there shouldn't be anymore lies in her heart.
She didn't want Lucky to be Jake's Father. She never had. Elizabeth had chosen the easy way out. Had allowed Jason to scare her into choosing a life that she didn't want for herself or her children. Jake was a Morgan and there was nothing wrong with that.
Jacob Martin Morgan. It sounded right. It sounded good. Smiling, she took a bold step forward. Jason was a stubborn man, but she was a stubborn woman. Hadn't she successful pushed him out and away for years? Did he have any idea what he was in for should she decide to pull him in. Elizabeth didn't think so, but it didn't matter.
Jason Morgan loved her and she was not going to let him get away with it.