When I wake up, my body is wrapped around with Sonny's left arm. I slowly inch out of the bed; not wanting to wake him. I move to the bathroom where I turn the light on after shutting the door. I quickly brush out my hair with my fingers and wipe the old mascara from under my eyes. I tip toe back out of the bathroom, but Sonny is already up and pulling a shirt on over his head "morning beautiful" he comments once his head pops through the neck hole and sees me.
"Morning" I reply sheepishly back. He leans down and picks up his slacks, starting to put them on. "Where are you going?" I ask him, mentally noting the 6:56 time on the clock.
"I have to stop by my place to pick up some things before heading to the precinct for a bit." He informs me, already slipping his shoes on. He stands up off the bed and comes over to me. He kisses me on the lips softly for only a second "and I should take Romeo in there back to his place." He smiles, standing and waiting for my response.
"I'm pretty sure he'll be passed out for another 6 or so hours." I tell him, remembering the times in college when he got like this. He's not a heavy drinker often, but when he does, it throws him off completely.
"You can keep him here till I get back?" He raises an eyebrow.
I shrug, not wanting to spend the day with Joey but also not wanting to tell Sonny that either. "Sure."
"Good. He really has to be more careful." He comes over to where I'm standing and leans down to give me a kiss. I accept it, expecting a little peck goodbye but his lips lock on mine for longer then I anticipated and I pull away from my earlier anticipation, only to go back to his lips, basically falling into him. He forces himself to stop a few moments later "I have to get to work." He smiles down at me.
"Sorry" I mumble back looking down at his shoes.
He chuckles, bringing my eyes back to his "don't be, I'm sorry I have to go." He walks to the motel door and turns once it's opened "I'll bring back some lunch?"
He looks at me waiting for approval "sounds good" I smile and he nods before leaving the motel.
I crawl back into the bed, resting my head against the pillow he used last night. I close my eyes and easily drift back to sleep while thinking of the lingering shivers that are running down my body from our kiss. I don't know how long I've fallen back asleep for but the movement of something at the end of the bed wakes me and I open my eyes quickly with my heartbeat racing. "Sorry." Jason holds his hands up apologizing once my eyes lock with his.
"Jeez, Jason." I huff out a lot of air, slowly calming my heart rate. "What are you doing?" I ask him, sitting up.
"I feel like shit." He says bluntly.
I snort a little laugh "well you would with how much alcohol you had in you last night."
He shakes his head "no, I feel like shit for coming here, for taking over your room and possibly putting you in more danger. I'm such an ass."
I stare it him for a moment, not disagreeing. He looks at me with regret and I give him a small knowing smirk. He smirks back at me and pats at my foot above the blanket "did you sleep well?" He asks looking around the room for Sonny.
"Yea, it was fine." I tell him. "Jason, why don't you go back in there and take a shower." I recommend.
He thinks about it "I should head out, I don't think your officer friend is gonna want me to be here when he gets back." He stands up.
"He went to work, so will you stay? Just in case?" I ask him, wanting to keep him here like I said I would.
He eyes me for a moment but then lowers his head and nods "sure, I'll hang around for a bit." He stands from the bed now and leaves back to my room. I hear the door shut and the shower turn on so I head into my room to grab my own clothes and clean up. I hop into the shower and clean myself up. When I get out I can hear the TV on in the other room and quickly change into the clothes I grabbed. After brushing out my hair, I walk into my room and see Jason on the bed watching TV.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, watching for a few minutes before turning to ask him "so, what's with the binge drinking? That can't be good for your image."
He exhales, taking a sip of his glass of water "I don't care about my imagine anymore." He responds. I go to correct what I meant but he reads my mind and adds on "I don't care about my fathers image either. All of this is his fault." He stares blankly ahead.
I nod my head, not totally disagreeing with what he said. "So, it looks like you healed up pretty quickly." I change the subject.
He nods, his eyes coming back to reality "yah, still have a bit of a burn from the seatbelt but I'm feeling better. You're better too, huh? They seal up that bullet wound nicely?" He asks looking at my arm.
I pull down at my short sleeve to show him "yah, they did a good job, shouldn't be too bad of a scar." I look down at the scabbed over wound.
Without realizing it, Jason is suddenly next to me and touches the mark on my arm with his fingers. "I'm so sorry Addison." He whispers out.
I shrug him off and pull my sleeve up back onto my shoulder "it's fine, really." I mutter not looking up to him.
He puts a hand on to my chin and lifts it up to look into his eyes "I would never do anything to hurt you or get you hurt." He goes on.
"Jason, really. You don't have to keep apologizing. I know you didn't have anything to do with this." I say, his hand now removed from my face.
Our eyes stay locked and he leans down too fast for me to pull away. He kisses me but I push back once his lips touch mine "Jason, no." I urge and step up and away.
He rubs his hand across the back of his neck and looks around the room instead of at me "can you tell me that after everything we've been through these last few months, you haven't felt anything?"
I shake my head, feeling bad "I haven't Jason. It's actually hard being around you." I tell him honestly.
He sits up a bit, stung from my words "then why did you ask me to stay?"
"Because.. I- I-" I try to figure out something to say. "I just didn't want to be alone." He puffs out some air, wanting to say something but holds it back. I push him to spill it "oh, come on. Just say what you wanna say."
"Does this have to do with that detective you stayed with last night?" He finally asks, his tone filled with anger.
"Excuse me for not wanting to cuddle up to a passed out asshole! This doesn't have to do with Sonny." I reaffirm to him.
"Oh, Sonny is it?" He smirks deviously at me like he caught me or something.
I shake my head, not giving in to him "this is about you and me, Jason. We didn't work out in college because we just aren't a good fit."
"How do you know we're not a good fit now, huh?" He questions "I can see that you've changed, can't you see that I have?"
"It's not about changing, Jason. I'm sorry." I simply put it.
He goes towards the door "just be honest with me Addison, please." He asks reaching for the handle "will you ever give us another chance?"
His eyes reach mine and are glazed over with pain. Although I know the answer deep down inside I can't help but give him false hope "I don't know, maybe." I shrug looking away from him while doing so.
His lips form into a sort of smile and opens the door "I'll see you later Addison. Stay safe." He tells me before closing the door behind him.
