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>𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃

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𝐉 𝐀 𝐘 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 • 𝐄 𝐕𝐀 𝐍 𝐒

The room became silent and Max continued to hold me close, I cleared my throat and pushed all of the upsetting thoughts out of my mind. I smiled at Max and decided to close the office for the night, no matter how much sleep I needed I'd never get enough. But I should at least try.

I said goodnight to Max and travelled to my room, it felt like a long journey even though it wasn't, but that's what exhaustion does to you, it breaks your body down until your unmotivated. I sigh and reminders fly into my mind of what happened in Elijah's room, I didn't even mean to touch him like that, but we move on I guess, it's not overly a big deal, is it?

Tomorrow is the start of the weekend and I'm going to do my side of the deal, put in the effort and support Olivia. I know she's wanted to see her mum for awhile so I'll take them up there tomorrow.

I close my bedroom door and watch as my room darkens from the lack of light that consumes the room. I sigh deeply and undress myself, letting my body become exposed, I'm about to go to the shower but the door knocks. I groan as I grab a towel to hide my naked body. I turn the knob and there I'm presented with Elijah, who is dressed in his white vest and black dark shorts. My eyes travel to his unexpectedly muscular arms, I'm still surprised that he was a biker, he'll come in more handy than I thought. He clears his throat after I'm finished staring at his body.

"Everything okay?" I ask and hold the towel close to my chest, so tight that my knuckles are changing colour from the pressure I'm applying.

"I must say, we need to stop meeting each other like this Elijah." I chuckle and stare at Elijah, he smiles back revealing small dimples either side of his face, his stubble seems longer and a bit more untidy than what it usually is.

"You're telling me." He adds and stares at me- as respectful as he is he misses my body and just focuses on my face, which is nice because anyone would jump at the opportunity when seeing someone naked but the only thing stopping them from seeing the whole body is a piece of long cloth.

"I just came to talk to you, but now doesn't look like the right time." He chuckles and I smile.

"You can come in." I say and smile, for some reason my body feels warm and overwhelming.

I allow him in and close the door, I stare at him and wait for him to speak, but he seems to struggle doing so, while I'm struggling to talk back as my cheeks are full of redness, I'm unsure why.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask as he takes a seat on the tiny bench at the end of my bed. I smile at him and he takes in a deep breath.

"This money situation, Jay..." He sighs and tries to catch his breath. "My mum isn't getting any better." He stares at me deeply, pleading me almost. He looks lost.

"I know, I plan to take you guys to see her tomorrow." I admit and see his face light up with happiness.

"Really? That would be great." He smiled at me with his pure white teeth and his dimples showing off once again.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me and I almost chuckle.

"Things could be better." I say honestly, I smile at him, my body is desperately yearning for a shower since I'm teasing my own body with a towel on without any droplets on my bare skin.

"I'm going to get changed, I'll be back in a moment." He nods and I rummage through my draws and pull out my fresh pair of pyjamas, I enter my bathroom and close the door, the panels are made of glass with patterns on them, making it difficult to see through them properly, all you could see is colour. But I peak out and don't notice Elijah looking through, which is very sweet.

I decide to push the idea of a shower aside and I'll take one tomorrow. I slide my silky black shorts on as well as my silky top, I hang up my towel and wall out of the bathroom and begin to tie my hair up nicely into a neat pony tail. I hold my finger up to say 'one second' and I travel out of my bedroom and find my way to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I jog up the stairs and close my bedroom door with my foot.

"Whiskey drinker?" I ask and raise my brow, holding the bottle up into the air, he chuckles and nods with a hesitation.

"A little." He admits and I smile, I pass him a glass and fill it up, I also fill up my own glass and begin to drink it straight.

We drank our drinks and we spoke about meaningless things, we both laugh. I decide to throw my arms around and spill some whiskey on his vest.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I exclaim and feel a wash of paranoia hit me.

"It's fine." He states with the wet patch enlarging.

"Let me put it in the washing room for you." I insist, well... Demand.

"What? No it's fine." He explains but I won't give in. I walk to him and tug on his vest.

"Please!" I demand and he huffs, he pulls the vest over his head revealing his muscular torso once again. My eyes gaze to his abs which look astonishing, I'm not sure why I'm looking...But I am anyway. I shouldn't... But I am.

I take it off of him and exit out of the room, but my tipsy mind makes me fall onto the floor. I hear the floor boards creak and make a thud as footsteps approach me, I hear a tiny chuckle and the strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up back onto my feet.

"Thank you." I say and smile, I walk to the washing room and shove the vest in the washing machine, I peak through the door and witness Elijah still standing there, ready for me to finish up and keep an eye on me as we walk back to my room.

I stare through the gap longer, analysing his body as he stands up straight, his abs look even more defined as they did do when he sat down.

"You finished staring?" He cocks up his brow and questions me, he chuckles at me as I bounce back into reality and walk to my bedroom, almost decking up on my way.

I chuckle along with the alcohol content and there I feel again the muscular arms carry me to my bed.

"Get into bed." He demands and I chuckle more.

"You have to go to sleep now. You're tipsy." He chuckles and tucks me into my bed, I pout and wait for him to say something, but he doesn't, all he does is stare at me.

"Goodnight Jay." He says before exiting out of the bedroom, I look up at the ceiling and my body doesn't take long to recognise the routine. My eyes begin to roll until there is nothing but darkness.

𝐄 𝐋 𝐈 𝐉 𝐀 𝐇 • 𝐉 𝐎 𝐇 𝐍 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍

I let go of the knob that I held to close Jayden's door, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I walked slowly back to my bedroom, completely topless and probably looking suspicious, but I have nothing to hide.

The floorboards were cold until I reached the rug in my room. It was fluffy and was giving my feet a feeling of warmth. I closed my bedroom door and sat on the edge of my bed. I sat and stared out to the other side of the room, where the furniture was glued to.

I decided to push myself back, allowing the air to be forced up and out of the bed, the covers encountered my body giving it a hint of warmth. I stated up at the ceiling and my mind travelled from person to person, Olivia, Jayden... My mother.

I know she isn't getting any better, but I have hope that when we see her tomorrow she will be feeling more like herself.