Andy's POV
When I got into the room, I got out of my wet clothes had dried myself off. I got into comfortable clothes she sat on my bed. I lay back on the bed, burying my face in my hands. Part of me was relieved, maybe even happy that he has feelings for me and that I was not the only one attracted to him. He felt what I was feeling. But another part of me knew it did not matter. Jason and I could not get together- it should not happen. Not for Bree’s abd definitely not for my sanity plus he was way older than me.
I closed my eyes as I tried to calm my raging thoughts but I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.
Jason had feeling for me and I was going to be around him for a little while longer, how was I going to cope around him? How was I going to ignore the awkwardness and tension? How was I going to keep this from Bree?
This was messed up and not just because he liked me but because I liked him too and I was sexually attracted to him.
What the fuck? I groaned.
But, I could not decide if was happy or not about the whole situation. In a way, I was happy to know he was not in any relationship and that he had feelings for me but he was Bree’s father, and no matter how much I tried to make sense of it, it felt so wrong.
It was insane.
I turned to my side and buried my face in the pillow as if it could somehow help to stop my swirling thoughts ahd emotions. I could not afford to feel this way. Bree had been so good to me, and the last thing I wanted to use to pay her back was for me get involved with her dad. Plus, they were just starting to get closer. What kind of friend would I be if I allowed myself to get tangled up with her father?
I had to stop the way I was feeling. I had to avoid Jason agg by d do everything in my power to stay away from situations that sound leaves us both alone. It was for Bree’s sake and for my own sanity too.
With my mind already made up, I forced myself to close my eyes and sleep. After a while, sleep finally came and I moved into its open arms.
But the sleep didn’t bring any calm.
Instead of having a dream that warm and comforting, I was back in the nightmare that has always plagued my sleep.
I was back in the car with my parents. The sun was shining and the car was filled with laughter. My mom was sitting in front of me, my brother beside me and my father in front of him with that silly smile of his. Everything felt so normal, so perfect, so warm and safe.
Until it was not.
Suddenly, the road ahead of us twisted as the sky became dark. The sound of the tyre screeching filled the air. My dad’s smile vanished and his face was filled with panic as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. My mom started screaming and my brother was crying but I was frozen in my seat as the truck got closer to us.
And then it hit our car.
The world was spinning and metal collided against metal and everything shattered. My parents were badly injured and blood was pouring out of them-
Before, I could see anything else, I woke up with a loud scream. My heart was racing and I sweating all over my body. I pressed my hands to my face as I tried to control my breathing but nothing was helping.
Then, I heard the door to my room open.
“Andrea,” Jason called, his voice cutting through my panic. I looked up to see that he was holding a bat at the door and his face was covered in worry. It took me a moment to realize that he had thought I was in danger.
When he saw that there was no physical threat and I was in no harm, he dropped the bat by the door and rushed to where I was in the bed.
“Are you fine?” He asked, his voice soft as he sat beside me on the bed.
I could not answer. My body was still shaking, my tears started to fall as the nightmare began to fade to the back of my mind.
Without thinking twice, Jason wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. His body was welcoming as his warmth was helping to calm me down.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in to my hair, trying to reassure and calm me down. “You are safe, Andrea. It was just a nightmare, I’m here now.“
His words broke me and I cried even harder as I clung to him, crying into his chest. I felt so safe and not lonely like I always did after the nightmares.
After a while, I stopped crying and my breathing was back to normal. I pulled away from him, wiping my face away and feeling bad for breaking down like that in front of him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick euth emotions.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” he said as he cupped the side of my face and cleaned my tears away. “You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time.”
His words were comforting because I realized I was always trying to prove I was so strong. But, as I sat there beside him, I realized how exhausting it was.
I looked up at him and my eyes met his. His eyes were soft and full of concern but there was something else there too and my breath got caught in my throat.
We were alone again at it was too quiet, too intimate. His hand was still on my cheek and his fingers were wall against my skin and I was all too aware of how close we were.
Without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed him.
The kiss was soft and gentle at first like we were both checking how it felt. But soon enough, it turned hungry and everything became a blur as I was lost in this kiss.
I broke the kiss as I snapped back into reality. I pulled back and I started feeling guilty. Why had I done that?
“I should go,” he said as he let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. His face was blank and I couldn’t tell how he was feeling. “Get some sleep, Andrea.”
With that, he stood up and left the room, closing the door gently behind him.
For the rest of the night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned in bed trying to get Jason out of my head, the way he had looked at me, the way his lips felt against mine.
This is wrong, I sighed as I pushed the thoughts away.
By the time burning came, I had not gotten any sleep. I was too restless to and guilt was eating me up.
Bree and Violet got back to the cabin earlier than expected and Bree ran over to me with a huge smile on her face.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked, sitting down beside me on the couch. “Hope my dad was not too boring?” She asked with a laugh and I joined her even if my laughter was fake.
“No, not at all,” I replied.
“Good,” she said grinning. “We had a long boring drive but I got my memory card. So, let’s make today count.”
She smiled at me and I smile too even if I was feeling guilt as I sat beside her. I felt bad about the kiss but I also enjoyed it and as much as I tried to forget it, I couldn’t.
And I was not sure I wanted to.