51: Clinical Terms

JENNA

Thankfully, there were no other unfortunate incidents for the rest of the night. We’d both gotten in the bed, me in my old clothes and Jason in his underwear. I forced him to wear his undershirt though. Somehow the thought of him being shirtless was more worrying than him wearing only boxer briefs.

Since I couldn’t sleep in my bra and panties, I decided to wear my old clothes.

“You know you could leave just the top on, right?” Jasons asked a few minutes later.

His voice was low in the quiet room, almost like a whisper.

“You’re kind of trying too hard to get me naked,” I muttered jokingly.

Jason’s laugh is deep and rich. I almost closed my eyes, just so I could revel in the deepness of it. And how it seemed to warm my insides in the best way.

“I’m not trying to get you naked,” he said. “Well, not like this.”

I only laughed at that. Since I didn’t know if he was being serious or if I was just being delusional by thinking he meant it. God, why was this so complicated?

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