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Reese nearly rolled her eyes at Jayden’s question to her question. Sure she had answered his question with a question, but now he was just plain fucking with her. “I don’t know,” She started mumbling, crossing her arms at her chest, diverting eye contact. “I mean, I really appreciate it. I’m always getting into shitty situations, you can’t always be there to protect me or whatever.”
She wanted to stay with him, she knew it was for the best. At this time in the night, nothing good would come out of it. “Fuck, Jayden, you could sleep next to me naked and I could care less, you don’t have to sleep on the damn couch,” She said seriously. “Let’s just get some fucking sleep, okay?”
“What’s stopping you? If it’s my dad, I’m not him. I won’t murder you in your sleep or anything,” Jayden assured her, noticing how she was avoiding eye contact. It was usually the first thing his mind went to: his dad and people judging him for it. He really hated that his father’s actions had given him a reputation, though it did help him with being on the streets a bit. Many warned not to fuck with him because he’s the son of that guy who tortured and murdered a bunch of people.
“Wait--what?” Jayden swiftly added, a look of curiosity on his features. “Would you be naked too? Just saying, I wouldn’t object.” Taking a few steps backwards, he gave a nod of his head to motion for Reese to follow, where he led her over to a door and gently pushed it open to reveal the bedroom. “Here we fucking are, to get some fucking sleep,” he playfully mocked her as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, where the garment was then tossed to the side on the floor. His jeans were next to follow before he took a seat on the bed.
“I can get you a shirt, if you want.” Or at least he would try to find one in the strangers wardrobe. Though he would, for obvious reasons, prefer to have a girl with next to nothing on, he wasn’t disrespectful by any means and would do whatever he could to make her comfortable. He was pretty sure a girl lived here too, but what would he say if she asked who he was living with and why she had all her clothes here? That would only make him look bad. Like an unfaithful cheater or something.
