Andy's POV
We finally got to the house and I got out of the car, my legs were a bit shaky. The ride home had been silent but not too awkward and it was quite comfortable. Jason stepped out too, shutting the driver’s door with a soft thud. My heart was beating erratically as I tried to calm myself down.
Jason moved around to my side of the car, his presence was calm yet commanding. We walked towards the entrance of the house and his hands brushed mine as he made to open the door. I tried not to make much of it but it was too hard. Every contact we had drove me insane.
When we got inside the house, it was quiet. Too quiet. Jason was right behind me and I could feel his eyes on my body. I turned around to see him.
The way he was looking at me made my body burn and I felt like I was going to burst right there in the middle of the living room. My heartbeat picked up as I felt like I was drowning in the unspoken pull between the both of us.
I felt too overwhelmed by it all, we had cleared the air but I was still feeling weird.
I stepped away from him because I needed the distance- I couldn’t breathe because I was too close to him. “I should-”
“Andy,” he called my name softly, cutting me off. His voice echoed through the house, making me stop in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him. We just stood there, staring at each other, frozen and unmoving by something neither I or him could understand. Something that should not be happening.
But it was.
My mouth became dry as I swallowed the knots in my throat. I tried to find the right words to say but I couldn’t. But what could I possibly say? That I was confused? That I felt this pull to him, a pull I know I shouldn’t be feeling? That the kiss we shared earlier- twice now- had been haunting me and making me go crazy?
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.
“We should probably-” I started to say, my voice barely audible but Jason walked closer to me, cutting me off. His closeness to me had my heart beating even faster and my thoughts running wild. I was very aware of everything he did- the look in his eyes, the way he was looking at me, the heat that was coming from his body, his uneven breathing and the way he licked those beautiful lips of his.
I stepped back but he walked closer to me. Each step I took away from him, he matched and came closer to me. I finally hit the back of the couch and I could not run away from him anymore and my heart was pounding so hard against my chest.
His eyes were trained on me, so intense and filled with an emotion I didn’t know- I could not know what he was thinking. I was being pulled to him in indescribable ways and I knew I shouldn’t want it. But I did. God, I wanted it so bad.
He raised his hand up and brushed stray hair away from my face after hesitating for a moment. I shivered involuntarily as his hand made contact with my body. I lost my breath for a while and I knew he could hear how hard my heart was beating in my chest.
This was wrong. I knew it was. But I could not move. I could not pull away from him .
“Andrea-” he started, his voice was soft and barely more than a whisper.
"I can’t... I can’t stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about you" he said and my lips parted in shock.
His words made me lose my breath yet again and it sent shivers through my body. I knew exactly what he was talking about. The kiss. The kiss we had shared, the way his body had been on my body, the way I got lost in him, it was everything. I could not stop thinking about it either, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I had asked him for space to clear my head but he was doing the complete opposite. If what he wanted was for my head to be so full of him so that I could not think straight, his plan was working.
“Jason… Bree will get home anytime soon. We can’t…” I tried to explain to him but my voice was weak and it trembled. But even as I said those words, I didn’t move nor did I push him away. I was supposed to be stronger, I was supposed to pull away or move aside and run away from him before things got more intense. But I just couldn’t.
He didn’t move an inch nor did he act like he had heard me. His hand was still on my face and I was enjoying the warmth that seeped into me from his body. His eyes were trained on mine, burning me as if to silently communicate with me. He leaned in and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again. I was going to let him, I was not going to resist. I couldn't even if I tried.
But as he leaned in closer, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke us away from the trance we were lost in. I assumed it was Dominic’s car and Bree was finally home.
We both froze and broke free from each other. Jason dropped his hand and stepped back as he ran his other hand through his hair in frustration. I was finally able to breathe properly as I turned around and sat on the chair. My thoughts were jumbled up as I tried to sort it out and calm myself down.
Bree could not come inside to meet me like this, she would ask questions I did not have the answer to.
“I’ll… I’ll go meet them,” Jason muttered as he made his way to the door, his voice rough and husky. He didn’t look at me as I raised my eyes to him, instead he just walked out and shut the door gently.
I just sat there, still trying to calm myself down. What the actual fuck? I asked myself as I let out a small sigh and hurriedly smoothened my hair and cloth.