9 #Waking with my Enemy

I wake up feeling somebody caressing my hair. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jason with his eyes closed, his arm wrapped around my body, and my head over his shoulder. I see we’re both stretched out in Jason’s bed in his room.

How do we end up here? If I remember right, I was at the hospital.

So how did we end up in Jason’s bed? I tried to remove myself from Jason’s grasp. The movement caused him to sway his body and open his eyes. He blinks a few times, his expression changing from confusion to recognition. "Oh, hey," he mumbled sleepily. "I guess we fell asleep here last night," said Jason, rubbing one another’s eyes with the back of his right hand and yawning.

I just looked at him, disturbed by his sudden shift in behavior. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I observed Jason's nonchalant response. It was as if he was trying to brush off the situation, leaving me with even more questions about how we ended up in his bed.

Jason never shared a bed with me before; then why no