Chapter Thirty Three

ELENA

I stood up and faced Jason, wanting to see his face.

How was I going to admit to him, that I had run away, because more than anything else in the world, I hand loved what his hands were doing.

How was I going to explain the arousal that still coursed through my body as I stood in front of him currently?

"Jason....why do you always do this?" I asked, staring straight into his eyes and holding his gaze with mine. The expression on his face was not one I was used to or had ever seen before, but it spoke volumes. I didn't want to read too much into it, because I didn't want to just get my hopes up for nothing.

I needed to hear directly from the horse's mouth.

Jason looked away for a second, before looking back at me and stepping closer.

I hadn't realized that he was now on my side of the bench, because it was now only a few inches that separated us.

"Elena... I..." He started to say, but trailed off and combed his fingers through his hair in what looked like frustration.

If he was