I Want All of You

Episode Seven

P.S: Phrases written in italics are the inner thoughts of the characters.

Anastasia’s POV

Jason was listening to me but wasn't even looking at me. Does he think I am not worthy enough to hold a proper conversation with him?

“You can't even look into my eyes and talk to me. Am I that insignificant? You keep looking above my head, look at me, Jason.”

I said and moved closer to him. I noticed he was getting uncomfortable, then I wondered if I was that ugly and disgusting to look at.

“Let's go.” He replied and grabbed my hand, like he didn't hear what I had just said.

That was it. I was tired of being pushed around by him. I pulled my hand away and shouted,“Look at me, Jason, or I am not going anywhere with you.”

Jason closed his eyes, then finally opened them to look at me. I watched as his eyes darkened, and his face grew expressionless. He didn't seem to notice me nor did he look like he acknowledged my beauty. In fact, he looked lost in his thoughts. Maybe I was so unattractive to him that he had to disassociate when he looked at me.

I decided to ask the most important question instead, “Do you promise to tell me everything if I follow you to New York?”

Jason looked a little lost but replied that he couldn't tell me everything and that there were some things only my father could tell me.

But I truly didn't care about his answer to the question I asked. I wanted to talk to him about something else, something that had been in my mind for some time now, something only he had an answer to.

Without thinking any further, I blurted out “Tell me Jason, do you want me?”

Oh no! What was I thinking?

Jason looked dumbstruck like I had hit him with the hardest question he had ever been asked in his whole years of living. We stood still looking at each other, the rain still pouring heavily. I figured he wasn't going to answer.

“What? You don't want to answer?”

Jason looked even more shocked. So I continued,“ Do you want me to really come with you to New York?”

I noticed he got a little relieved, like I had lifted a huge burden off his shoulders.

“Why…um yes. I mean, of course, I would want you to come to New York with me. "I wouldn't be here, standing in the rain and going back and forth with you if I didn't want you to come with me,” Jason said, his voice loud enough so I could hear him over the rain.

“Standing in the rain is a bad idea, let's get going” I urged him, realizing that we had been in the rain for almost an hour, and we were definitely going to get sick from it.

“Right, let's get going.”

We walked back in silence, as I resolved in my mind to just go with Jason to New York. He might allow me to visit my dad here in Canada once a while and that should be manageable.

Suddenly, I slipped and was about to fall on my back. But before I could, Jason caught me and held me firmly from behind. His hands wrapped warmly around me and I could feel his hot breath on my face just because of how close we were.

“Are you okay, Anastasia?” he asked, his eyes filled with worry, and his voice softer than I had ever heard.

But I didn't answer. Instead, I placed my hands softly on his face and rubbed it gently. Maybe it was just in my head, but I felt like he pressed his cheeks further on my palm. We were close, super close and the only thing that filled my mind was how soft his lips would taste. We stared at each other for a while, lost in the depth of our eyes, and before I could think better of it, I pulled him closer and kissed him directly on the lips.

I soon realized what was happening and pushed him away, “Oh no, I-I am sorry, I didn't mean to—”

But before I could finish talking, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me right back, with so much intensity and passion.

“Is this a dream?”

I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I couldn't believe it was happening, but even if it was a dream, I had to make the best of it before I woke up.

We stayed kissing for some minutes and probably would have gone further if not for the loud police sirens that jerked us both out of contact.

“Where's that noise coming from?” I asked, looking confused. The rain had quieted a little, so I could see the road a little bit clearer.

“Mr. Sterling, Miss. "Zenith, can you hear us!!!” The thick voice of what sounded like a police officer blasted through a microphone.

“Did someone call the police to look for us?” Jason looked visibly pissed.

“Well, if you look at it, it's really dark, and it was raining heavily some minutes ago. They probably thought we had gotten lost.” I said awkwardly, unsure of how to act, especially after what had just transpired between us.

“I repeat, Mr. Sterling, Miss. Zenith, can you hear us?! If you are around the corner, please stay still, don't panic, we are coming to find you.” The voice sounded once again.

Jason pulled off his coat and wrapped it around me gently. “Come Anastasia, let's go.” He held my hands, but differently. This time, our fingers were intertwined and he didn't hold me like he was trying to force me to follow him. I blushed.

We walked a little bit further and soon, we could see the high beam of the car headlights, piercing through our eyes.

Jason waved at the police truck and almost immediately, a group of police officers came down from the car, each heavily armed. Out of one of the trucks came Stella, Jason's obsessive assistant. Immediately she spotted Jason and me. I could see her eyes flicker when she saw the way Jason's fingers were mashed with mine.

“Oh my God, Mr. Sterling, are you alright?” Stella dashed from the truck and almost pulled Jason down with the force she used to hug him. Jason paused briefly before raising his arms slowly to hug her back.

“Yes Stella, I’m alright,” Jason managed to say as his voice was stiffened by Stella’s tight hug.

His eyes darted as if searching for something, and immediately he landed his eyes on mine, he pushed Stella to the side and came up to me.

“Are you hurt? "You’re shivering.” I didn’t even realize i was shivering until he said so.

“Yes- I am...” before I could finish talking, I let out a large sneeze, “achoo!”

“That’s it, let’s get going,” Jason said as he pulled me into the backseat of his car and sat right beside me while urging the driver to drive.

"We would rest for the night and fly to New York tomorrow. I’d call the doctor to treat your cold tonight.”

“But—”

“No buts, we’ve talked about this already. Also, I forgive you for what happened earlier.” Jason said coldly, his eyes refusing to look at me.

So what? Should I just forget about the kiss?

I scoffed, "You forgive me?"

He stayed still, refusing to look at me.

"Why are you acting like you didn't want the kiss or like you didn't kiss me back?"

"Look Anastasia, this is neither the time nor the place."

"No Jason, I don't care about the right time or place. Just look at me, look at me and tell me you didn't want the kiss."