Self-employed? Is he joking?
"Is this a joke?"
"No"
"Why that condition?"
"As funny as it sounds, I'm not the one that set the condition"
"Gina"
There goes my dream of going to Paris... But Jason is self-employed, does that mean... I doubt. Even if I had a thousand guts, I doubt I'd be able to tell him about my crush. Besides it's a crush, it's not meant to last, it'll die off eventually, I hope or maybe I don't.
I'm so lost in thought that I don't notice that the room has turned quiet.
"Jason?"
"Mhmm?" His response is groggy, "You want something?"
"No, it's fine. Go to sleep"
I can't remember my last moments awake but the next morning I'm waking up to a soft stroking of my hair.
I open my eyes to meet emerald green orbs, I close my eyes and prepare to go back to sleep.
"Jason!"
With a startled jump, I fling myself off his body landing head-first on the floor.
"Ow!"
"Morning sunshine, I guess you liked my body more than the bed"
