Jake's POV
After I had finished jerking off inside the bathroom (I couldn't help it), I took a quick shower. With a towel on my hand, drying my hair, I came out and saw Violet already sprawled out on the couch, her light snores echoing in the room. She used some of her clothes to cover her self trying to prevent the cold from getting to her, but it was futile. She was shivering while clutching the clothes hard.
I did what I always do, ignored her. I strolled to the bed after casually finding a t-shirt, raised the duvet and got comfortable.
I thought I could ignore her, I mean I could, but this big guy here just wouldn't stop howling. I know it was a protest. He wanted me to carry Violet to the bed and shield her from the cold. That was never going to happen. What will she think when she wakes up? That I've started developing a soft spot for her?!
I tried shutting Zion off but it seems his will to disturb me was greater than my will to sleep. But I am the owner of my body so I shut him off anyway. 'Finally some peace and quiet' I thought while arranging the pillow. I closed my eyes to sleep but all I could her were Violet's teeth chattering.
The thought of her catching a cold was making me feel uneasy. I wanted to go carry her from the couch to the bed and place her under the warm comfortable duvet. This time around, it was unbelievably out of my own will.
I did it anyway. I took her from the chair to the bed. I watched her shivering and teeth chatters simmer down. I couldn't understand what those foreign feelings were, but I just know it can't be love. I can't love her!
The moment I got on the bed a certain urge to wrap my hands around Violet's waist surged forward. This was going to be the death of me. I couldn't fight it. I know cause I tried, it was just impossible.
I scooted closer to Violet and wrapped my hands around her waist. It was so tiny. I held it gently afriad it will wake her up. Violet stirred and turned to face me. I could hear the sound of my heart beating. If she had woken up, there would be no words to explain what my hands were doing on her waist.
Phew. She didn't wake up. I scooted a littler closer to make my arms comfortable and I could feel her breath on my neck. Thoughts, dirty thoughts on my mind right now. I put my self in this hell.
The bright ray of light that seeped in through the curtains made me squint my eyes as I woke up. Violet was still fast as sleep. Thank the goddess. I quickly removed my hand from her waist and went to freshen up.
Violet's POV
Why the hell did I close my eyes?. I had woken up earlier and was shocked to see my self on the bed. Last I remembered, I was in the couch contemplating how to tackle this fucking cold before sleep barged in. What was even more shocking was the arm around my waist holding me in place.
Ok, let me get this right. I am on the bed and Jake was fucking holding my waist. This was such a scandalous position and if I didn't know better I might have misunderstood. I tried to remove his hands from my waist and he groaned. I immediately shut my eyes in fear of being caught, not that I did anything wrong anyway.
I waited for him to scream or push me, but he he didn't. He gently removed his hand from my waist and went to the bathroom. Was that really Jake?.
I sat on the bed after he had gone and stared into space trying to figure out what happened.
First theory: I woke up because of the cold and walked to the bed sleepily that was why I couldn't remember. Then in his sleepy state, Jake wrapped his hands on my waist. But it doesn't make sense that he didn't make a fuss. Let's move on
Second theory: Jake took pity on me(which I don't think is possible) and took me to the bed. In his sleeping state he wrapped his hand around my waist. This made a lot of sense.
Third theory: I teleported from the couch to the bed. Don't blame me for thinking that way, anything is possible.
Jake came out from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. My thoughts were immediately cut short and I focused on another thing. The man in front of me. Broad shoulders, well sculpted abs, chiseled chest...my eyes went down. I can see the v line of his pelvic region so clearly. It was well defined and I couldn't wait to see the remaining. Wait!, Why I'm I thinking such dirty thoughts. I'm sure this guy tried to seduce me, that was why he came out almost naked, showing off his perfect body that must have taken half of his life in the gym to build.
"Why are you staring at me like that, find me sexy?" Jake said with a smirk. That irritated me and pricked a nerve it shouldn't have. Yes. This was normal. Me feeling like strangling the life out of Jake was normal, not this stupid feelings and thoughts that arises randomly to confuse my whole beliefs.
"I have a question" I said as I stared at him as if trying to bore a hole on that gorgeous, no, ugly face. I refuse to admit that he's gorgeous!.
"What?" Jake asked nonchalantly as he applied lotion. How can one apply lotion so sexily. Even me as a girl, don't apply lotion as carefully and slowly as he does. I have always thought men applied lotion roughly!
"Now I have two questions" I said still staring at him, but with less intensity. Jake turned to look at me before going back to applying his lotion. I took that as a `go on`.
"Why do you apply lotion so gently?" Only the moon goddess knows what made me ask that question.
"The reason is clear. My skin needs it." He answered as a matter of fact. I didn't push it because I knew it was a useless thing to ask. Next question.
"How did I get on the bed?" I asked as I meticulously looked at him to find out any trace of lie.
"You yourself should know the answer" Jake said scornfully, "I woke up to you loudly opening the toilet door, and after you did your business, you came straight to the bed. I thought sharing a bed with you was doable and I left you. I am only left with regret for thinking that way." Jake said mockingly and I could only glare at him. Why did he make it seem like I tried harm in in the worst way possible?. I only slept on the same bed with him, not molest him!. His next words made me lower my head in shame,
"You fucking fight Kung Fu when you sleep. I had to pin you by the waist to prevent you from kicking me to the floor. I have never seen any one with such sleeping habits. More reason we should sleep in separate rooms!" Jake spat disdainfully.
My head was lowered all through his speech. I'm sure he'll tease me about this nonstop.
Anyway that explains it. I now know how I got to the bed and why his hands were on my waist. But there was still that little nagging feeling that tells me what Jake said wasn't completely saying what happened. But since I have no recollection of last night, let's just go with Jake's version.