Page 45 of Playing with Fire

I guided him to his room and released his arm. I knew it was time to go after that moment, but I felt compelled to stay.

The exact nature of it remains a mystery to me but one thing remains clear.

I didn't like it.

I shut his door behind me and told him to change his clothes. I pressed myself against the wall while waiting for a few moments.

Before the door opened, I heard shuffling sounds inside and then he appeared shirtless next to me wearing only pyjama pants.

"You stayed?" he yawned, looking down at me.

I assure him he should go to bed and do something foolish which he doesn't normally do before getting off the wall.

I bypass him as I open the bed covers. He sits and lets out a groan once he climbs under the covers.

"What?" I pose the question to him softly while I pull the covers over his body.

"My head is killing me," he complains.

I let out a breathy laugh. I told him that's the reason why you always ask Travis about your drink before consuming it.

"Being in my shoes you didn't have time to do that," he contends.

I told him that if I were in his shoes I wouldn't bring six girls to prom because of his dating decisions. He turns onto his side with a groan and looks at me while resting his head on the pillow. "Shut up."

After smoothing down his bed covers, I stand up. "Goodnight, Jaxon." I shake my head and turn around.

He remained silent as I closed his door behind me. I fastened my heels while descending the steps and returned to my house with a bit of a stumble.

I burst through the door and ripped my heels off with such force that I had to carry them into my room. After entering my bathroom, I remove my makeup and get ready for bed.

As soon as I turn my lights off and place my head on the pillow beneath the covers my eyes close.

As my thoughts returned to the events on those steps, I understood why sleep eluded me.

The intensity of the situation surpassed what I found acceptable and thinking about it increasingly made me feel strange.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You're thinking too much about it. It wasn't even anything like that. So, stop pretending it was.

I shouted at myself continuously for five minutes until I understood that no event had occurred.

But deep down, I knew one thing.

This wasn't good.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Does everyone have a towel?" The question about towels came from JAMIE as we boarded the boat.

As he started to unmoor the boat, we all responded affirmatively. He boarded the boat then proceeded to the steering wheel. As he started pulling the boat away from the dock, I quickly took the front seat.

Today was extremely hot. The clock showed just after twelve and the sun shone brightly as the sky remained cloudless. The conditions today made it the ideal day to visit the ocean.

This time Felix took responsibility for the cooler which he loaded with drinks. We thought about returning to the marina in case we started feeling hungry.

After a brief journey along the Savannah River, we arrived at Tybee Island. After reaching Tybee Island JAMIE drove his boat directly into the sea. Numerous individuals share our current plan.

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