DAISY

"Good, now take it off. We're going to have a shower."

I sent Jason a look. My expression most prominently asking him, what the hell, but also establishing that there was no way I was going to be taking a shower with him. Just because we shared kisses didn't mean it suddenly gave him the pass to expect me to shower with him. I mean, damn.

I was so grateful towards him for coming back for me. I was glad that he cared enough, and I felt so at ease knowing that although I might have established Lucien as a new enemy a few hours ago, I also had Jason to protect me. This little and ridiculous concept that I have managed to concoct up in my mind was the only thing keeping me from slapping the balls off of him for playing with my feelings and then kicking me out of his car and into the cold of the night.

He really did a number on my emotions, but he was showing care towards me recently, too. For fucks sakes, I was conflicted.

"Excuse me, but what gave you the idea that I would take a shower with you, no questions asked?" I demanded.

"You don't have to get naked, you idiot. And I won't get naked too. It would be a harmless shower."

"I am not an idiot!" I said in a rush, actually feeling offended. It felt like he was calling me an idiot for my lack of sexual physical experience with anyone. I was glad that I had my virginity intact. I wasn't ashamed at all.

"Daisy, the water is warm already and wasting away. Get in the damn shower now." He all but demanded, suddenly standing up. If there was one thing I learnt while knowing him, was that he just loved to make demands.

"I will, when you get out." I said pointedly. Sure, I was still shaken with the recent events and I just wanted to be close to Jason and his strong physique, to give me some confirmation that I was okay, but I was also adamant on showering alone. For one, my dignity was still in tact and two, he was truly going to give me a seizure by being half naked in all his hot glory, under the shower to make the situation even worse.

I didn't want to get a heart attack at my tender age.

"I'm not getting out." He said stubbornly.

"Oh my god, Jason, get out." I said, tugging on his arm and trying to get him out, but he didn't budge. Truth be told, the petrol was really starting to irritate my skin.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Jason-"

"For fucks sakes! I said no!" He all but yelled.

I jumped at the loudness of his deep voice echoing thought the small space of the bathroom. My heart raced in surprise, feeling startled. He'd never actually yelled at me like that before, and it was all but startling.

"T-Then I won't shower." My lips wobbled as I spoke. I was far too stubborn for my own good.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to yell at you, Sweetheart." He groaned, wiping a hand over his face. "It's just that you have been tied to a fucking chair less than two hours ago, and that prick put his hands on you. Your wrists are still red from being tied down so tightly, and although I'm acting fine, I'm actually livid on the inside because all I want to do his break something, or sock someone in the goddamn face."

I was breathing heavily at this point. I couldn't explain how I was feeling. I had mixed emotions of fear, exhilaration, and excitement. I hated violence but hearing him speak about hurting someone for me made me feel... Something weird inside. Something bad. Oh god. His craziness was already affecting me.

"My point, is that I don't want you out of my sight right now and I want to be the one to help you. To wash that shit off of you."

"Why do you care so much?" I couldn't help but ask, my eyes stinging. No one has ever cared for me the way he was caring.

He stepped towards me and gripped my arms firmly. "I don't fucking know." He said gently, despite his harsh words.

"Well, you're confusing me. You want me to stay away from you but you kiss me every time. I don't know whether you like me, or if I'm just some girl you're waiting to get your way with, and then leave."

"No," he denied, shaking his head. "You are not some girl that I want to fuck and then leave. I'm confused too."

"Why did you kick me out of your car then?" I asked, feeling my eyes stinging with tears.

"You caught me off guard with your question. I have never been in a serious relationship before and I didn't the fuck know what to do when you admitted your feelings. I'm so sorry, Sweetheart." He apologized, a sigh escaping his lips.

He pulled me closer and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I felt him cup my jaw softly with his large hand and caress my cheek, right below my eyes and wiping the single tear away. I was breathing shakily, confused by his actions and words. He has never been in a relationship before, which obviously meant that he wouldn't want to be in one with me either.

His hands trailed down the side of my neck before he caught the jackets zip and pulled it down. When the air touched my bare skin I shivered. I made no move to move away from him when he pushed the jacket off of my shoulders and placed it on the hook against the wall.

I looked down at my underwear clad body, taking in my pink lace underwear. I then looked up and into Jason's eyes to see them trailing all over me, causing me to bite my lip and look away in self-consciousness. It wasn't that I thought my body was unattractive, it was the fact that he must have seen so many other girls naked, and they must have looked far better than I did.

"You are fucking gorgeous, baby." He said, his voice coming out hoarse.

I shivered as his masculine voice sent all the right kind of tingles down my body. He was far too sexy for his own good.

"You are too." I said honestly, with a shy smile.

He smiled sightly and stepped away from me before he slowly removed his shirt, causing my breath to hitch. It was a sight I could stare at all day. His chest was sculptured to perfection. Tattoos were intricately designed on his biceps and led all the way to his chest and abdominal area. There were barely any skin showing. I stared at a certain tattoo dumbfounded. It was a single rose with a thorny root attached to it. There were cursive words written beneath the petals, but I couldn't tell what it said. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ready?" He asked, once his jeans were discarded somewhere on the floor. I tried so hard not to look him up and down.

I nodded, not trusting my own voice.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach for the second time when Jason's hand engulfed mine, pulling me towards the shower. The shower was small, increasing my nervousness. We would be touching eachother constantly.

The warm water cascaded down my body when we were fully inside. I gasped softly as water soaked my hair and underwear completely. It did the same for Jason, his hair now being down and matted to his forehead. I have never seen his hair down, but it was incredibly hot. The warm feeling of the water felt so good against my cold body.

I closed my eyes and raised my head towards the water, relishing the feeling of the warmth. I was too caught up in my trance to remember that I was not alone. It suddenly became the most awkward situation I have ever been in.

"I'm gonna get the petrol out of your hair." Jason said, before slowly taking a hold of my shoulders and turning my body around. Momentarily, my back pressed tightly against his chest. I held my breath feeling all sorts of shivers rush down my body. This was getting way too intimate. My head was warning me to end this as soon as possible, but my inner conscious was loving it.

"I can do it myself." My voice came out barely audible. We all knew that I didn't want to do it myself.

"Don't start with me. Just stay still."

"Okay." I whispered.

My eyes fluttered close when a cold liquid dropped on the center of my head, before I felt Jason slowly rub it through my hair. When his hands began massaging my scalp I wanted to release a moan on instict. It felt so good. Instead of doing that, I kept my arms rigid by my side and fluttered my eyes closed, never wanting him to stop.

"Relax, Sweetheart. You're way too tense." Jason said softly, his voice heard by my ear. I shivered in response, liking the feeling way too much.

"I'm sorry. I have never showered with anyone before. It's kind of weird." I laughed softly.

"I can tell. You're you, of course you haven't showered with anyone." I could feel Jason pulling my hair together, before rinsing the shampoo out. The soft patter against the shower tiles caused me to glance towards the silver enclosed drain. Small white bubbles left the shower, leaving along a soapy trail.

"I'm only seventeen, you can't expect me to have experienced the world." I defended.

"No, you're just innocent. Most seventeen year olds of today act as if they're fucking rule shit. They're horny as fuck and they definitely don't act like teenagers." He grunted out in response, his hands playing with my limp air.

"How were you when you were seventeen?" I asked teasingly, wondering what expression he was sporting on his face.

"Naughty. Impulsive. The typical asshole of highschool who thought he owned shit. That's how I know what seventeen year olds act like." I could sense slight humour in his tone.

I giggled in response, picturing a young Jason bossing around everyone smaller and less scarier than him. Which was probably the entire population.

"Well, you haven't changed a bit."

"Oh please, you haven't seen me back then. I was immaturely dangerous and way more fucking fun than I am now. All I do these days is busy myself with ordering the gang around and keeping things in order. I don't do street races anymore, no more amature street fights, no vandalism, or any other typical shit. And no police arrests and having petty arguments with those righteous police cunts. Things were definitely more fun back then."

I laughed thinking about how Jason considered all those mentioned things to be 'fun'. If this was me last year I would have ran far, far away from him after that revelation. However, I had grown a bit used to him. His swearing didn't affect me that much anymore either.

"You just reminded me that not only am I an inexperienced seventeen year old, I'm also a girl hanging out with an old man... In a shower. Wow, I've stooped that low." I suppressed a laugh, dying to see Jason's facial expression. He was still busy washing out my hair, I couldn't turn around.

"Old? Who the fuck are you calling old?" He whispered, his hands coming to my waist. I ignored the tingles where his hands were placed, and let out a laugh.

"You're basically thirty. That's old."

"Firstly, I'm turning twenty one in a few months. And lastly, that's not even close to being old. You seriously have to watch that mouth of yours. It can get you into serious trouble." He warned lowly, his hands squeezing my sides.

Fits of giggles escaped my lips, I couldn't control sounding so extremely girly. Oops.

"I mean it, babygirl."

"I know." I smiled widely, loving this side to Jason.

We were enveloped into comfortable silence, just letting the water do its magic. Jason's hands hadn't slipped from my waist but it was comfortable and soothing.

"How many girlfriends have you had so far?" I blurted out, breaking the silence. I couldn't help myself, I had to know if he was 'that' kind of guy. The one who was only interested in one thing from a girl.

"Only a few. I think four..."

"Oh..." I let my voice trail off, feeling slightly awkward.

"I don't usually do girlfriends. They're way too clingy and demanding and other shit. They're burdens and I can't have any of that." he explained.

"Oh." I replied once again, not knowing what else to say.

"Is that all you have to say, babygirl? I'm pretty sure that head of yours is thinking otherwise." His hands tightened slightly around my waist, causing my breathing to come to a halt. I just had to bring that up, didn't I? I ruined the comfortable silence.

"No, I was just wondering if," I blushed, cutting myself off.

"If I'm a fuckboy? I wouldn't say call myself that."

"Oh." I said.

"Is 'oh' all you have to say?" He chuckled, resting his chin on my shoulder from behind.

"I don't know what to say." I admitted.

"If you're worrying about whether I'm seeing other girls right now, the answer is I'm not. I haven't slept with someone since I kissed you that day at the beach."

I suddenly turned around to face him. "Really?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. Contrary to popular beliefs in this campus, I don't fuck every girl that I lay eyes on. And I don't intend to hurt their feelings either. I let them know exactly that I would leave before they even woke up. So why the fuck would I want to hurt you?" He asked, his hand slowly slipping around my waist. I gasped when he pulled me closer abruptly.

I couldn't find the right words to respond to him.

"Hmm..." He hummed. "I don't ever want to hurt you in any way, Sweetheart."

"Then what does all of this mean?" I asked.

"I don't know." He sighed in frustration. "All I know is that you absolutely cannot see other guys. I don't know why but it pisses me the fuck off."

"You don't have feelings for me," I accused. "You treat me like a piece of property."

"That's not fucking true." He hissed. "You are the most real and human person to me. It's not me being possessive but rather protective."

"Fine." I huffed.

"Good, we understand eachother."

"No, we don't. If you aren't interested in a relationship, I will not pretend to be unavailable to other guys when I'm perfectly available."

He groaned and pushed me slightly away. I stepped back with a frown.

"For the love of fuck, you are off limits."

"How so?"

"Because you're mine."

"That don't make sense! How can I be yours if you aren't mine and we aren't in a relationship? You are such a caveman." I said in frustration.

"Fuck! Fine. Do you want to be in a relationship with me then?"

I gasped, completely caught off guard by his question. I had no idea what to say.

"I...I don't..." I stuttered.

"See? You're just as fucking confused as I am." He said.

"Yes!" I blurted.

"What?"

"Yes, I want to be in a relationship with you." I said feebly.

I noticed his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply.

"Are you sure?" He frowned. "I'm as dangerous as they come, Daisy. You saw what happenened to you tonight because of me."

"I'm sure." I said softly. I must have looked so desperate. Maybe I was. I have never felt like this before for anyone in my life. I have never felt so safe as Jason made me feel, ever since my parents left me at that orphanage. I wanted to cling onto the feeling of being close to him, despite all the risks that came with it.

"Okay." He breathed out. "I'm a selfish piece of shit. Risking putting you in danger because I want you. We'll take this slowly, okay?"

My heart stuttered when he admitted that he wanted me back. And not just in a physical way.

"Okay." I agreed.

I ignored my heavily beating heart and grabbed the soap off the shelf. Jason rested in the corner against the cold tiles, the water not touching him anymore. Heat crawled up my neck as his eyes stared intensely at me while I washed my body. I felt so exposed, despite being in my underwear.

"I can't that believe that you agreed to being mine."

"Well, I can't believe it either. You weren't always the nicest person ever." I mentioned.

"I know." He murmured. "And I apologize."

I hummed out a response and placed the soap back into the shower rack, now using the residue bubbles to finish off my wash. My cheeks were warmed into a blush when I realized that Jason's eyes hadn't left me. I thought he would never move from his spot, but when he pushed away from the wall he stepped towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my back, far too close to my bum.

I released a shaky breath, unsure of what I was about to do next. I placed my hands lightly on his strong arms, causing his shoulders to tense.

"You little cocktease." Jason said, his voice strained.

I pulled my lip between my teeth. My internal mind winced at his words, but I couldn't deny the excitement that suddenly coursed through my veins. It was ironic; how the initial plan was to make me feel better by cleaning the petrol off my skin and out of my hair, yet instead things were going in a different direction.

Putting all rational thoughts aside, I placed my hand softly on Jason's tattoo covered chest. He went completely rigid. His dark eyes stared into mine intensely, clouded with lust. I could only imagine that I looked the same.

"What are you doing?" He asked huskily.

I ignored his question and slowly, teasingly trailed my hand down his chest. My soft hand contrasted to the roughness of his skin. I worked my way to his abdominal area, until I paused at the light scar that lined his lower chest. From far I hadn't seen it before, but if you look closely you could see the long, dainty stretch of the scar.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"Stab wound. When I was fifteen." He muttered, his voice extremely low.

"Fifteen?" I gasped, snapping my eyes towards his.

"Yeah, I barely remember so it's okay."

"No, it's not okay. Who did this to you?" I asked, shock and malice lining my voice.

A harsh sigh escaped his lips, reminding me that he hated when I asked questions. Especially concerning his personal life.

"I'd just turned fifteen when my father allowed me to join his gang. I began training when I was ten years old, to be the best fighter, shooter and dealer out there. By then, I wasn't exactly the best since I was only fifteen which is why I allowed someone to stab me during a fight. Nothing much to it, just a stab." His answer seemed forced.

I pursed my lips, feeling annoyed that he was hurt.

"And this one?" I asked, pointing towards the vicious scar running up the side of his waist.

"Unfair street fight when I was eighteen." He answered, his eyes hooded.

"I'm so sorry." I croaked out, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I tried not to look at his other faint scars scattered in different places, but couldn't help myself. One scar was even jagged, looking as if it was carved instead of just being a stab wound.

"How... how did this one happened?"

"Torture when I was sixteen. My father's men intruded another gangs territory and killed six of their men, they almost kidnapped Ace but I let them take me instead."

That absolutely did it.

I could feel tears prickling at my eyes. I was very grateful for the shower, as it camouflaged any evidence of tears. He went through so much pain, and managed to act like nothing has happened. Like he was perfectly okay. How was he able to do that?

"This is why I never tell people anything. They feel pity and I fucking hate pity." Jason's eyes blazed over with anger, his jaw clenched tightly. "The thing is, Daisy, physical pain fades away tomorrow, but emotional pain stays. These scars, they mean nothing. I don't even remember the weeks of torture I recieved before my father found me, because it doesn't hurt me anymore. So don't feel sorry for me, I'm perfectly fine." He hissed out, his hand suddenly cupping my face. He rubbed the tears away, surprising me that he noticed over the water of the shower.

"You're beautiful in every way and much too innocent to imagine how cruel the world actually is. And it should stay that way. So don't ask me about my past, Daisy. What happened tonight is really nothing compared to what Lucien could of done. I don't want to scare you away from me. So please don't ask me those type of questions."

I shut my eyes tightly, and nodded my head. He was being protective and I couldn't really do anything to protest. People judged him so easily when he had been through so much. It was not fair.

"Don't cry, please."

I assured him that I understood what he meant by slowly raising my lips into a smile.

A second later I felt myself being gently pushed into the shower wall, causing the water to leave me. The cold tiles hit my back, causing a slight sting to erupt for just a few seconds. My skin was still sensitive and the slight burn hasn't faded yet.

I swallowed hard in anxiousness, confused by the look in Jason's eyes. They were completely hooded, revealing nothing. He placed his hands against the wall besides my head, leaving me trapped. My heart raced in fear and excitement all at once.

"You're perfect." he said softly, bringing his face closer to mine until he was an inch away from me. I held my breath, waiting for his next move.

"How can someone so perfect be interested in me?" He wondered aloud, letting one hand lightly trail over my features. His thumb stroked my lower lip softly, almost feather like.

"I- I..." I was at a lost of words, not knowing what to say. "I'm not perfect at all. I'm messed up too."

"I find that hard to believe." He brought his head to my neck, before gently placing a kiss on the exposed skin. All sorts of shivers raced down my back. I arched it slightly, trying to get as close to him as possible. He seemed to get what I was doing, because suddenly his arm came around my waist. He pulled my small frame tightly to his chest, before proceeding to kiss me.

I released a soft breath of surprise, when his buried his head into my neck. His lips worked wonders as he began kissing me all over my neck, lingering soft kisses on certain spots. I felt his other arm wrap gently around my waist too, until I was completely wrapped up in his arms.

Too lost in a daze to say anything, I brought my hands up to his head and began to lightly pull my hands though his hair.

"Do you like it when I kiss you?" Jason whispered out in question, his thumbs stroking my waist.

I shivered in pleasure.

"Yes." I whispered, hesitantly.

"Then you won't mind if I do, right?"

"No." I breathed out.

He brought his head up to look at me. My lips parted when he looked directly into my eyes. His eyes were amazing.

"You're so fucking breathtaking, I could take you right here and right now." He breathed out.

"Then why don't you do it?" I asked, all rational thoughts aside. All I could think of was him and how good it felt when he kissed me.

My heart was racing.

"Don't tempt me. You're not ready for that shit." He said lowly, but I could tell he was trying hard not to act upon my words.

"How would you know?" I asked, letting a teasing smirk raise at my lips.

Oh god, I'm going to hell for this.

"Fuck. I can't." He groaned.

"Why not?"

"Because you're a damn virgin and I've never... Fucked a virgin before." He admitted.

"Oh god," I shut my eyes tightly. I was acting so desperate.

"I don't know how to... Go slow." He said, a small and devilish smirk forming at his lips. "And I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay." I said softly, placing my hands around my body. I was so embarrassed.

I bit my lip, scared that tears would fall from my eyes.

"Babygirl..." He trailed off. My insides churned when he called me that. Babygirl. "Don't take it the wrong way. I find you so absolutely gorgeous and trust me, I would fuck you in a heartbeat. But I can't."

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. It warmed my heart that he cared so much, but I was also disappointed. I wanted more to happen between us and it scared me so much. These emotions were terrifying. What if he got bored of me and didn't want to see me again? Everyone I ever knew left me behind.

"Please just go now," he said, his voice deep. "Because just looking at you is making me hard as fuck and I can't lose myself around you."

My widened eyes met his. They were clouded with lust. He was tensed too. I looked away quickly again, and in a haste began ringing the water out of my hair. I stepped out of the shower onto the bathroom mat. Pulling a white towel from the rack perched up against the wall, I wrapped it around my body.

Without a glance behind me, I exited the bathroom.

I pulled a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top out of the closet. Searching for something to go over that since the air was cold, I found a long wooly jersey that usually ends past my bum. After my body was dried including my hair and I have discarded my wet underwear, I pulled the clothes on in a hurry, in fear of Jason walking out of the bathroom. I left the hair dryer plugged into the socket of the closet wall, knowing that Jason would need it too.

He hadn't yet came out, and it was already twenty minutes later. I knew he was still in the shower, due to the soft patter of the water against the shower tiles.

I let out a long sigh when I plopped down onto my bed. My blankets were exactly the way I left them two days ago, proving that Jason hadn't interfered. The clothes that I left in my side of the closet were exactly like before. I was just glad that Jason had enough decency to leave everything untouched.

Reaching over to the small pedestal besides my bed, I opened the drawer and pulled out one of my favourite books; The Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare. I enjoyed her books, and read them all at least twice whenever I had free time.

I sat crossed legged in the centre of my bed and pulled my thick, purple blankets over my legs. I reached over to turn the night lamp on before opening the thick book and paged over to a random chapter, ready to get lost in the very excellent work of Cassandra Clare.

There was only one reason why I hadn't slept straight away. I wanted to see Jason again.

As if answering my wishes, the bathroom door creaked open to reveal a half naked Jason. I pretended to be reading my book, but couldn't help but stare at his amazing body that was glistening from the shower. He ignored my gaze and walked over to the closet before disappearing inside.

I released the shaky breath I didn't know I was holding in, and rolled my eyes at how desperate I was acting. A sigh escaped my lips when I shut my book and placed it back in the drawer. There was no point trying to read it when all I could think of was Jason.

I reached over to turn my night lamp off, then proceeded to lay in a comfortable position. Propping my head up onto my pillow, I pulled the blanket up until my shoulders and got ready to have a good night's sleep.

A while later, the sound of the closet door opened, reminding me that Jason had yet to finished dressing. He shut the door quietly before I heard his footsteps nearing towards my bed. Unexpectedly - and taking me by complete surprise - he pulled the blanket open only to lay down next to me.

My breathing stilled at this, but I made no move to make more space for him on the bed. As much as I wanted to, he couldn't know that I was awake. Then I would have to say something to him, and that would get awkward.

"You're awake, Sweetheart?"

My heart hammered violently in my chest. I kept silent, hoping he got the message.

"Make some space, I can barely fit." He whispered, his voice close to my ear.

I couldn't help myself, so I shifted over till I was sure he would be able to lay comfortably. I left my back to face him, too scared to turn around.

"Thanks, princess."

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach when he called me Princess. He always gave me silly nicknames, but I never minded them.

After a few moments of silence and Jason shifting around, I felt his arm drape around my waist. He pulled me closer, till my back was pressed tightly against him. I licked my now dry lips, and did my best no to quiver. The feeling sleeping next to Jason's buff frame was unbelieving comfortable. It was almost too comfortable to be true. I have never slept this way before, or next to anyone other than Cassandra who would pass out next to me when random people was doing the dead in her room.

"Can you turn to face me?" Jason asked quietly, after long silence.

"Y-yeah." I turned my body all the way around, till I was staring into his face. His hair was blown out and tousled at the top of his head, looking softer than ever. His silver lip ring was replaced by a black one, and I noticed he had two new sets of black studs in his ears.

So damn hot.

I placed my hand under my head and rested comfortable on the pillow. Jason's arm seemed to tighten around my waist, practically gluing my body to his.

He looked into my eyes intensely, before shifting them over to my lips.

"Do I get a goodnight kiss?" He smiled slightly.

"Not today."

"Why not?"

I remained silent.

"Is is because of what happened in the shower?" He murmured.

"You didn't have to reject me." I mumbled, sounding stupid to my own ears.

"That in the shower, was not fucking rejecting you." He scowled.

I was just being sensitive and childish, letting the hurt blind me from seeing the truth.

"I'm sorry, Jason." I said guiltily.

"Don't be." He brought his lips forward to kiss my cheek, but I moved my face and caught his lips. He froze for a second, probably just as surprised by my bold move as I was. He remained immobile for less than a second, before he kissed me back softly, his hand coming up to trace my skin.

I pulled away first with a smile. It was a sweet and innocent goodnight kiss.

"Good night, Jason."

Getting over the initial shock, he brought his face closer to mine and placed a lingering kiss on my lips again. He pulled his hand from around my waist and cupped my face before kissing me again, this time longer than before. I closed my eyes and savoured the taste and feeling of his lips. I moved my lips with his, mimicking his slow and gentle movements.

He pulled away after a minute later, leaving my lips cold. His arm came around my waist again, giving me a small squeeze.

"Good night, Daisy."

Smiling to myself, my eyes closed on there own, savouring these precious moments that I hoped wouldn't come to an end.

A/n. If you like this, give my other works a try too! They are Dark Love and The Thorns To Her Rose.

Thank you for reading.