I woke up in a haze. My head felt heavy, and my arms and legs felt like jelly. Once my eyes adjusted to the daylight, I saw Jaime, still lying, facing me. I reached my arm across and lightly touched his face. It was soft. I didn’t mean to wake him, but his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, there,” he greeted me quietly. “How do you feel?”

“Like Jell-O,” I said, trying to suppress a giggle because this was a serious matter, not a joke. Although, I felt funny. He smiled crookedly, though, probably more at my efforts of trying not to laugh.

“You’re wild,” he said.

I shrugged my shoulder, scooting closer to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer, and I buried my face into his neck. Thoughts of every kind swarmed through my head, but I focused on one in particular. How could it be possible that I loved him already? That he loved me already? It definitely wasn’t love at first sight, for me, at least. That was only because I was closed minded in the beginning. He was obviously infatuated with me from the start, but in love? No. It didn’t make sense, but it also made perfect sense. I guess Jaime knew so much more about me than anyone has ever known about me before. I guess we were just made for each other. Well, he was made for me, I guess; he saved me, and he seemed to be the only person who was capable of doing so. I’m not sure what I was to him, what made me so special to him…

I kept my face buried into his neck, and one of his hands held the back of my head.

“Jaime,” I mumbled into his skin.

“Yes?”

“Why do you care for me so much?” I asked quietly, feeling slightly silly for asking that question, despite the fact that I genuinely wondered it.

“Because,” he started. “Do I need a reason?”

I looked up at him, staring into his eyes. “Yes you do,” I said firmly.

“Well, my reason is that there is no reason,” he said, just as firmly.

“But how do you put up with me? Why do you put up with me? I have so many issues…” I said.

I felt him lightly shrug his shoulders. “It’s not your fault,” he said.

“Drew Sanders makes me feel like it is,” I said very quietly.

“Drew Sanders is a douche bag,” Jaime said seriously, but I giggled a little. He smiled. “Don’t worry about him, don’t worry about any of it,” he said.

“You still didn’t answer my questions,” I said.

“I don’t want to, because I have no explanation,” he said. “The heart wants what the heart wants,” he said, shrugging his shoulders again. I pulled my face from his neck and lightly touched my lips to his.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I said quietly.

“I know this is all a lot for you to deal with. I’m glad you’re okay now, and hopefully when the pressure gets too much again you will find a different way to cope,” he said.

“I know now that I will,” I said quietly, kissing him again.

"Spencer," Jaime said, his lips still against mine.

"Mhhm?"

Except he didn't say anything; instead, he pressed his lips to mine once more, harder and passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

I suddenly felt very guilty for cutting; I didn't need the blade. I needed Jaime. I wanted Jaime.

“Are you okay?" He asked against my lips.

I breathed shakily. "Yes," I said. And I was okay. My arm and leg were fine. My mind felt fine.

With that, Jaime rolled me over so he was on top of me. His lips traveled from my lips to my neck, and I sighed lightly.

Jaime reached around and grabbed my left hand, which was shaking with nervousness.

He lightly grazed my bandages, and then he brought it to his lips. "Never again," he said quietly, kissing my arm. I was too flustered to answer, but he knew what I was thinking.

His hands next ventured down to my leg, lightly caressing my self-inflicted injury. He lowered himself down on me, bringing his lips now to my thigh. I shivered as he kissed my leg four times—one for each letter.

He looked up at me, biting his lip. I sighed softly. He came back to me and kissed me even stronger than before.

His tongue pushed for entrance, and I let him in without a second thought. I yanked at his hair and bit his lip, and I grinned evilly when he let out a soft moan.

"Fuck you," he said lowly, grinning.

"Okay," I winked, simultaneously wondering where my confidence was coming from.

"Good Lord," he grumbled; I giggled. He moved his mouth back down to my neck roughly, and then he nibbled on my collarbone as I clawed at his back under his t-shirt.

He moved his hands onto either side of my waist, lightly tracing my skin as he took my shirt off. Once it was off, he grasped at my hips again, and I swung my legs around him, rolling over so I was on top. I drove him insane by lightly grinding him as we each fumbled with our pants. I leaned back down and we kissed roughly again, now both completely undressed. I pressed myself closer to him, his skin soft to the touch, and his body built like marble.

We didn’t waste anytime; of course we didn’t, because we didn’t waste anytime with the progression of our relationship, either. He pushed himself inside of my, and I wrapped my legs around him tighter. For once, I felt normal, I felt like I was capable of feeling things, and, most importantly, I felt alive. There was no place I would rather be than Jaime’s strong and protective arms, intertwined with him, our bodies a puzzle, forgetting all of my problems and only knowing him.

Notes

HEY EVERYONE I'M BACK AND I'VE BEEN DYING TO UPDATE THIS OMG omg omg

so here you go! sorry it's kind of short but it's nice and better than nothing i guess (And the ending i'm sorry i havent been in the mood to write smut soooo yeah)! and shit is going down soon (in a few chapters) so hold on tight y'all are in for a surpisingly bumpy ride (Did i just say that? yes i did omg)

but seriously you aren't even going to be prepared for what's going to happen soon.... >:)

anyways i hope you like this! i'll be updating this and my other story "Something About You" (Check it out if you haven't already) as much as possible, and my other story "The curse" is finished for now, but possible chapters in the future :)

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