Chapter 6
What the hell was he doing? He was doing something he swore he'd never do. Hurting her. But he wasn't, was he? It was just a kiss. Their kiss became more passionate and hot. He pulled away from her.
"Forget going to the mall. Stay." She smiled devilishly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her into another kiss. Kiss became kisses and Jason picked Sam up.
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Right then, Jason decided to wake up. Dammit! What was coming over him? First, he was developing feelings for him, and now he was fantasizing about her? It was normal to think about a woman, but why did it have to be his best friend? It's probably because he was getting married to her and they were going to have to do it anyway. "Yeah, that's it." He decided.
But like in his dream, he did want to accelerate the marriage and move in with him now. Time to move faster in his plan and forget that dream ever happened.
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Sam woke up, hearing loud banging on her front door. "Give me a damn second!" she yelled. She rolled over in her bed, checking the clock.
"My God! It's only 3:30 in the morning? Who the hell are you?" she thought. Only rapists knocked on doors at this time. Her gun was locked in her drawer and she didn't feel like opening it, so she grabbed the next best thing.
She traveled down the hallway, arming her vase like a baseball bat. She didn't have a peep hole, so she carefully and slowly opened the door and whacked the vase at the dark figure. The stranger ducked and the vase just nearly missed him. So she lunged at him and he grabbed her arm and twisted her so that her back was leaning on his chest.
She was half screaming when the person put his hand on her mouth. She bit him as hard as she could. "Dammit!" she heard him swore. Hold on. That voice, she knew it!
"Jason Morgan! What the hell are you trying to pull!" she screeched. "You scared me half to death!"
"Shut up Sam. It's only 3:30 in the morning." He said calmly. Her heart was going a mile a minute. "I wanted you to come live with me now. This place is so low on security. I'd feel better if you moved in with me."
"Now? At this time? You've got to be joking! You could've waited until morning!" She thought she was being kidnapped, or worse raped, and all Jason wanted is for her to move in with him?
"Sorry Sam. I really am. I didn't mean to scare you like that. Honestly!" he said defensively after looking in her eyes. They were narrow and it was almost as if her chestnut brown turned to bloodshot red. "You can stay for the night. But tomorrow, I want you to move in with me."
"Fine. But next time, use the nice invention called a phone! Really, Jason, it works!" She turned around fastened the sash on her robe. It had become a little loose after her struggle with Jason. "You might as well stay. There's no point in you going half way across town and back into your apartment." She didn't dare look him in the eye.
"Sam?" She spun around. He wasn't looking at her directly, just like she wasn't looking at him. "Do you mind if we shared a bed? I mean, we're getting married and all..." his voice trailed off. She thought about it for a moment. A week ago, she would have said yes in an instant. But now, after everything that has happened, she wasn't so sure. She knew he wouldn't hurt her intentionally, so why not? All was forgotten in her mind about what just happened.
"Sure. My bedroom is this way." She said shyly. She'd never shared a bed with anyone before. One-night stands didn't count. They always left her. But Jason was different. He was special.
"Thanks." She turned around again. When they were in her bedroom, she took off her robe. But not without uncertainty. She was a little worried. All she had was a tank top and short shorts. She was so deep into her thoughts, she hadn't realized that Jason was already undressed and was only wearing his boxers.
She gulped and stared. The moonlight shown on his chest and she saw his well-defined muscles. She felt her jaw drop a little and shut it as quickly as possible. Oh my god! How the hell am I going to last the night?