Chapter Five.

Jason was dragging himself up when I got to him. "What happened?". He looked up, his dark chocolate eyes glinting in the sun. "I'm good". He dusted the back of his pants.

"You are not.., are you hurt?". The look he gave me had nothing on Frozen, I nearly shivered.

"I said am good". He took a step towards his house and winced, then another limping just slightly, and dragging the mower behind him.

I turned and observed my own grass patch he was almost done with. Feeling a little bit guilty and plainly because am stubborn, I went to stand in front of him trying to look intimidating. "That blood-stain on your sweatpants is not good, and OMG your hand is bleeding", I snatched up his right hand and observed the cut, feeling relieved that despite the blood it wasn't deep.

I jumped out of my skin when I heard his deep-turned-husky voice "Wanna kiss my boo-boo and make it better?" Behind the obvious sarcasm, I heard a tinge of amusement. If I could blush, I know I would had been like all shades of red then.

Looking up to meet his slightly amused face, I was once again stunned by how good he looked. A dimple flashed and I wondered if I could just grab his face and lick the freak out of it.

After about thirty seconds of staring, in which he was studying my face as well, most especially my lips, he squeezed my hand and I broke out of it.

Pulling my hand out of him and awkwardly clearing my throat, I asked "Let me take care of your wounds, wrap it up or something....".

"You want me to wrap it up", he looked flabbergasted, I was confused, "I thought you liked it raw". I couldn't stop it, I whacked his arm, hard and then froze thinking about his reaction.

He barked out a laugh "You should had seen your face. Priceless", his face transformed and his dimple deepened. Pictures of me placing chocolate crumbs in that cleft and licking it out, flashes through my mind but I squash it immediately.

I need a chocolate fix. ASAP. "Come knock yourself out, doctor". He teased, heading towards his door. Does that mean he was inviting me to his house?

On opening his door, he turned around and looked at me, motioning towards the inside of the house, unable to resist, I followed in, praying he was not some kind of axe murderer.

"Welcome to my home", he said on a sultry voice that made me wonder how many girls had been in this my position without melting at his feet.

Standing awkwardly to the side, I observed his living room which was spacious, light and decorated in monochrome colours. Such a guy thing to do.

A nice electronic fireplace that was currently not burning was off to one side with a huge Plasma TV high above it with a badass stereo system that was playing soft blues artfully hidden giving the illusion the music came from the ceiling. Expensive art pieces decorated the walls, I wasn't comfortable enough to go study and them to know the pieces, but I think I recognized a Picasso or two.

A tasteful bar decorated in gold accents was off to the left sporting seemingly expensive brands. Whoa, the place was not so big, bigger than my place of course and literally screamed money!

The place even smelled like him, spicy with a hint of woodsy, which I just noticed.

"What do you want to drink?". He was carrying some sort of first aid box, coming from a door that led to a hallway of some sorts, he had also changed to a clean pair of sweatpants and a tank top showing off toned biceps and chest with a hint of abs.

Motioning towards another door, I followed him to discover that it was the kitchen decorated with sparkling granite countertops and latest kitchen gadgets all gleaming silver and new. He placed the box on the kitchen island.

"You cook?", I asked trying to break the silence and hide the fact am about two seconds from drooling all over his gleaming floor, although I hardly believe that he knew his way around his kitchen. I mean I am a good cook and I don't even know what half the gadgets are for.

He ignores me handing me a cup of orange juice, which I placed gently on the island, before hopping on.

"Come here, let me take a look at your wounds" my voice came out all stern but thankfully he obeyed but not before raising a thick brow.

I brought out some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and Snow White themed Band-Aids? Confused why he had Snow White Band-Aids, I raised my brows, and he caught on.

"My best friend got them for me as a joke, I kind of had some kind of obsession with Snow White when I was younger and he got them for my birthday".

So he's human, who likes/liked Snow White. Who has best friends like normal people. I don't though, hey am not normal people. Don't ask.

Pouring some alcohol into the bottle's cover, I dipped a cotton ball in and grabbed his right palm which had bits of dry blood, raising it before whispering " this might hurt".

"Yes doctor", he scoffed and feeling a little peeved, I pressed on the wound with a lit bit unnecessary force, making him hiss and me smile a little.

"Sorry", obviously not meaning it. He mumbled something under his breath with eyes flashing briefly before a look of amusement entered them.

After wiping the injury, this time gently to reveal a long thin angry looking line, I placed the band aid on it and just for the fun of it, lifted his palm and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Boo-boo all kissed better", I said mockingly. He sucked in a breath and got this look in his eyes, and I wondered what in the world pushed me to do what my mum had always done for me when I got injured, and what the hell he was thinking.

My eyes went big when he leaned in, lifted his left palm, brushed it over my cheek and brought his lips closer to mine.

He's going to kiss me, he is going to kiss me, this chanted in my head over and over and I froze up not knowing how to react.

Whoa! how did we get here? His very warm breath fanned my lips and I started freaking out.

"I have a boyfriend" I blurted out. His eyebrows rose, those looks perfectly plucked. Focus!

"Really?" his voice was low, husky even, sending shivers through me.

"You have been here for about two, three weeks, where is he? Isn't he interested in finding out where his girlfriend moved to?" His voice was derisive on the girlfriend.

"He is busy" I shivered, he'd moved unto the neck. 'Uhmm, who is he?' he doesn't believe me.

"Jay Morris" he froze and bursted out laughing. "The Jay Morris?"

"Yeah" I know stupid, I don't believe me either, I don't even know why of all names, I mentioned him. The famous artist. I am so screwed.

Undeterred he brought his mouth closer until the last moment, he shifted his mouth and brushed it over my ear and liquid fire erupted from that spot spreading.

"You are not ready for me, sweetheart. Stop playing with fire, you would only get burnt."

He straightened himself and looking at me in the eye, he reached down and adjusted his pant. My eyes were probably going to fall out from their sockets with how big they have gone.

His phone beeped and he brought it out from his pockets and broke the stare looking down, pressing some buttons and placing it on his ear. "Hello dad."

I took the forgotten glass of OJ, drained it in one gulp, hopped off the island and went to the sink to rinse it off.

"Um, I have to get going, I have some things to umm...... and my boyfriend won't like me spending time with another guy" Remembering the project I had at hand and mentally face palming, he scoffed at the word boyfriend.

"Your place is beautiful, ah, thank you....", I don't even know where this stuttering came from.

He signalled me to wait, "okay dad, talk to you later", he ended the call and pocketed his phone, turning to me.

"I actually enjoy your company, stay a bit longer or are you running scared?"

I scoffed, "Some of us actually have something doing", I slapped my mouth. "Am sorry, I didn't mean to come out rude."

He actually looked amused, "let me walk you out then, and Ivory?"

"Mmh?" "Next time you tease me, I might just take you up on it." And I ran, not literally of course.