Chapter 45
The time spent in on the beach was harder than Kaitlyn ever imagined. What was supposed to be a relaxing getaway had become an uncomfortable stay.
Jackson and her relatives didn't get along, at all. She expected it would take a day or two for them to get used to each other. After all, Kaitlyn had been slow to warm to Jackson herself. However, it looked like her Aunt and Uncle were going to be even slower. Between her Aunt questioning her about the nature of their relationship and her Uncle demanding she send him home, she was losing her mind. Jackson, thankfully, had managed to be more level-headed about their various disagreements, but she could tell he was reaching his limit. It would only take one more 'dangerous' or 'freak' comment to set Jackson over the edge, and how could she blame him?
It didn't help that she and Jackson hadn't had a single moment to be alone. Her Uncle had been watching them like a hawk. It seemed like every time Jackso
Chapter 46 The tears that pricked at her eyes were welcome for once. And as her wrist came up to rub at the circles beneath her eyes, she sniffled once. Relief flooded her. She had been so worried that Joshua would feel the same way that her remaining family did, that to hear him say otherwise had been a large weight off her shoulders. A reprieve from the mixed emotions welling inside her as Randy's words had trampled around inside her head. Yet, Kaitlyn had known Joshua wasn't her aunt and uncle. If anything, she should've known better than to expect anything less from her guy best friend. Joshua had always supported her. Like an anchor in a turbulent sea, he always wanted the best for her. He kept her grounded. "Thank you, Josh." She started, sincerely. The breeze finally beginning to feel nice again. "I'm sorry if I sounded like I doubted you...I just wish my aunt and uncle felt the same way. Aunt Melinda, she... s
The next morning was tense, even more tense than when her and Jackson had first arrived. While the raven himself seemed to be in a better mood since their snippet of conversation, her Aunt and Uncle had become intolerable. Their nagging a constant thorn in her side the instant she even tried to breach the distance with Jackson. It left her feeling grumpy and agitated as she walked around the house. It made her feel hesitatant, too. After her conversation with Joshua, she'd thought of a million ways to confession her feelings to Jackson. She wanted him to know how she truly felt about him. But with such a volatile environment, how could she? It was definitely her worst decision yet, and it scorned her. She really should've just celebrated with Jackson back at their makeshift place. Soon, she knew she'd have to leave that behind too. The reality setting in that Randy owned that pl
"Jackson, what the heck are you wearing?"Kaitlyn tried hard not to laugh as she spotted Jackson standing in the corner of the living room, holding a giant, bright green plate piled high with vibrant cookies. The way he was serving the treats was cute, but his outfit?He was wearing the most ridiculous, holiday sweater she had ever seen. It was knitted, and lit up with small LED lights that made him look like one of the room's decorations. But the best part, the hideous thing featured several pictures of gifts with the coy message splayed proudly in the middle: 'Can I be your gift tonight?'She had no idea where he had found such a thing, but it was adorable and she couldn't stop giggling under her breath as she approached him.His pearly whites charming as he spotted her.He certainly fit in with the decorations. Her aunt had strung the living room to the brim with decorations, the room lined with miniature Christmas
Stacy reached her side in a matter of moments, returning to her side with two dark red glasses of wine. Kaitlyn immediately drained the cup of its contents.The bitter taste not the most soothing flavor to her turbulent feelings as she grimaced, scowling at her empty cup.So much for holiday cheer.Stacy gaped at her. "Kaitlyn, since when do you drink like that? It's a glass of wine! Not shots!""Does it really matter right now?" Kaitlyn grumbled, her face feeling harsh as she couldn't shake her frown. "I have since I got dumped, and even more when I became an idiot. I need another glass. Let's go, Stacy." she muttered as she stormed off toward the refreshments table her uncle had placed for the party.Her eyes scanning the packed room for Jackson, but even his bright flickering lights couldn't be found.The taste of the wine was more bitter than she remembered. Stacy patting her back awkwardly as she trie
Chapter 50Kaitlyn's hazy thoughts whirled. Her coughs of surprise seizing her throat as she gripped the nearest kitchen counter.She felt a strong hand hit her back as she regained her breath. She looked up, before distinctly pushing away from the last person she wanted to see right now and nearly fell into the kitchen sink."W-What are you doing here?" she stuttered, surprised and confused all at once."Nice to see you too, K. You look amazing."Randy greeted back, looking much less nervous and wrecked than at the cafe. He was dressed in a dark red open collar shirt, the buttons a deep gold against his tan skin. He also was adorned with black slacks, and a candy cane striped tie.She couldn't help but think Jackson's getup was cuter."Your aunt invited me and let me in. She also said she'd send you to me, and so here we are, K. I've been waiting for you everday, like I promised."The sugary
Chapter 51: To say Jackson was pissed was the understatement of the year. The smile that wouldn't leave his lips deceiving as he imagined all the ways he could beat the shit out of the man in front of him. Randy didn't know when to quit. That much was obvious to Jackson by this point. The information about him basically stalking Kaitlyn outside of her car, to sneaking into the party, it left him reeling. And it was fucking pathetic. But Jackson supposed he couldn't put all the blame on the piece of shit infront of him, he was about ninety-nine point nine percent sure Kaitlyn's horrible relatives had played a part in the disturbing reunion. They seemed like the type to meddle, regardless of Kaitlyn's feelings. It's a wonder how they raised such a naive and innocent woman when they themselves had about as much compassion as a nail sticking out of a board. Randy stepped back, like the coward h
Chapter 52: Kaitlyn was red, so red, that her skin looked flushed. A simple touch to her cheek radiating heat as she all but nuzzled into him. He could tell she was nervous by the skittish in her eyes, the way her lip trembled slightly, her teeth already gnawing at it. It was the same way she looked every time she was embarrassed to admit something. "Well... what is it, Kaitlyn?" She bit her lip, again and he inwardly groaned, wanting to replace her teeth with his own. The urge to nibble and lick, very, very real as he tore his gaze away. Kaitlyn knew what effect that had on him yet she continued to do it. He couldn't tell if she teased him on purpose, or was just forgetful. He flinched and froze when she suddenly leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of his face. After a second, her lips parted, pulling him toward her. "I'm yours, Jackson. I want you to address like I am." She whispered before ki
Chapter 53: When Kaitlyn woke up, the birds were just beginning to chirp, the world still barely covered in light as she sat up in her bed. Her head was pounding, and groggy from sleep. She nursed her head with gentle rubs of her fingertips, before glancing to her right. She smiled, as the soreness of her body and the toned arm splayed across her waist affirmed last night hadn't been a heated dream. It was real. And Jackson was cuddled next to her securely, his face squished into her shoulder. It was adorable and heartwarming, and she felt completely at peace. The pain from her headache overlooked as she moved her fingers to play with his bangs instead. It was still shocking to her, new, to be able to touch him so freely. She turned so she could observe him: the slight rise and fall of his chest, his long lashes that she was envious of, the way his full lips parted when he slept. This