Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLING FOR MR FROST: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

JACKSON POVThe second the door closed behind me I let out a shaky breath, slowly closing my eyes and letting myself feel the race of my heart.It was easy putting up a mask in front of him, the worst part was? I didn't even understand why I felt the need to do that.Maybe in the back of my head I thought that if I let him see the actual fear in my eyes he'd run away and disappear.I didn't want him to disappear.Even if—Even if he wasn't human.“Oh my fucking God,” I crumpled to the floor, my hands flying to my mouth.That had really happened.Frost wasn't a human, so just what the heck was he? I was suddenly finding it difficult to breathe, my body trembling as I remembered the way he looked at me in that state.Like he was going to kill me.“Calm down, Jackson,” I muttered, wrapping my arms around my body, softly cradling back and forth. “It's okay, you're not getting hurt, it's okay.”After a few minutes of trying to calm myself, I leaned forward and popped some antidepressants in

FROST POVI didn't know how to feel. The world suddenly blurred around me and this aching sensation I didn't understand appeared in my chest.Why did it hurt so much?I slowly lifted my hand and saw that it was trembling.Jackson thinks I'm confused about my feelings.He said whatever it is I felt was simply in my head.And, It hurt. It hurts so badI hadn't even realized when a trickle of tears rolled down my eyes. I wiped them back with the back of my palm but they just kept running down.“Why does it hurt so much?” It felt like I was dying.I headed back inside, not being able to walk up straight and slumped against the chair. The only thing that played on repeat in my head was Jackson's words and how deeply they ran.I couldn't understand what I did wrong to make him want to pull away from me. I didn't understand it and all I wanted was to make things right.But how could I make things right when I was the problem?I sat there for what felt like hours, replaying every moment, eve

JACKSON'S POV"I know we did, but—""No buts! You said you were going to be honest with her. You said you were going to tell her that you don't see her that way before she got her hopes up even more."Maya's expression softened slightly. "Jackson, she's actually the sweetest person in the whole world and she deserves better than this.""I know she does." I ran my hand through my hair, frustration rising up inside me. "She deserves someone who isn't as crummy as me but, it's just—it's not as easy as you think it is, Maya.""Bull. It's exactly as easy as I think it is." She grabbed my arm, steering me toward the parking lot. "You open your mouth, and you say the words, 'Tammy, I don't think I have romantic feelings for you.' See? Easy.""You don't understand—""Then explain it to me. Because from where I'm standing, you're stringing along a girl who genuinely likes you while you—" She stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing."Wait. Something else is going on. You're acting weird. Like, wei

JACKSON’S POVI slowly drifted awake, my eyes peeling open as I gained consciousness. The other side of my bed came into view and it was empty, like no one had ever been there.I reached out and caressed the spot with my fingers.For a disorienting moment, I wondered if last night had been some fever dream of my own—Frost burning hot in my arms, his hands mapping my spine, the way my body had responded so intensely I'd had to lock myself in the bathroom just to breathe.But no. The damp washcloth was still in the bowl on my nightstand. Frost's sweat-soaked shirt was still crumpled on my floor.It had all been very, very real.And yet I made up the dumbest thing to say to him, ‘take things slow’. Like I wasn't only running away.I groaned and pressed my palms against my eyes. But what else was I supposed to say to him? Sorry I ran away after you touched me, but you made me so turned on I couldn't think straight?Yeah, that would have gone real well.But at least now, I actually had tim

jackson's povThe ice continued spreading, slowly across the table legs then onto the floor.It wasn't exactly freezing or vicious—it was breath taking, like living art. But downer, it showed no signs of stopping."Um…Frost?” I called out but the ice continued spreading. “You have to—""I don't know how!" There was panic in his voice as the ice spread further, climbing up the walls now."Look at me,” I squeezed his hand. “Just calm down and focus on me."His frantic eyes met mine."Breathe," I said softly. "Just breathe."He did just that, his chest rising and falling, and gradually the ice stopped spreading."What does this mean?" Frost asked, his voice barely above a whisper.I stared at the frozen artwork covering half my living room, then at our hands that were still intertwined together."I think it means whatever you are, I somehow amplify it...maybe? But that would honestly be so cool."We spent the rest of the afternoon carefully experimenting.Every time Frost tried to use hi