15: Lines Blurred
511 Words
After our confrontation in the stairwell, I thought things might cool down. Maybe Jason would finally pull back, maybe I’d find the strength to keep him at arm’s length.
I was wrong.
If anything, the air between us only grew heavier.
Every glance lingered too long. Every brush of his hand sent sparks racing up my arm. Every moment alone felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing one wrong step could send us tumbling.
And still—I didn’t step back.
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It was a Thursday night when the line between us finally blurred beyond repair.
Mom and Jason’s dad were out for some charity dinner, leaving the house unusually quiet. I sat curled on the couch, pretending to read while the clock ticked louder than it should have. My nerves thrummed with a strange anticipation I didn’t want to name.
When Jason walked in, carrying a bowl of popcorn and looking annoyingly casual in sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt, my heart betrayed me.
He dropped onto the couch beside me, too close, his shoulder brushing mine. “What are we watching?”
“I was… just reading,” I muttered, holding up the book like a shield.
He smirked. “Figures. You’d rather hide in a fantasy world than deal with reality.”
I shot him a glare. “And you’d rather flirt with chaos than admit you’re scared of something real.”
The smirk faltered. For a moment, his eyes darkened, unreadable. Then, slowly, he leaned in.
“Maybe the only thing I’m scared of,” he said quietly, “is you.”
My breath caught. The room seemed to shrink, the distance between us evaporating. “Jason…”
He set the bowl aside, his hand brushing against my cheek. The warmth of his touch made my resolve crumble. I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve said no. But instead, I froze, my heart racing, as if my body had already made the choice for me.
The silence stretched, taut and dangerous. And then—he kissed me.
It wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was fierce, desperate, the kind of kiss that tasted like everything we’d been denying for weeks. My hands gripped his shirt without thinking, pulling him closer when I should’ve shoved him away.
For a moment, there was no world outside us. No rumors. No judgment. Just the two of us, unraveling in the dark.
When we finally pulled apart, my lips tingled, my chest heaving. Reality crashed back in like a wave.
“This is wrong,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Jason’s gaze burned into mine, unflinching. “Maybe. But tell me you didn’t feel it too.”
I opened my mouth, desperate to lie, to deny—but the truth was written all over me. My silence was the answer.
He leaned his forehead against mine, his voice low and raw. “Then we’re already in too deep, Princess.”
And I knew, in that terrifying, exhilarating moment, he was right.
The line we’d drawn between us? It was gone.
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