#;jae

“Oh yeah? Then tell me why the fuck you try to walk all over me every fucking chance you get.” Jae folded her arms over her middle, irritation plain as day on her features as she stared at him - purposely mirroring his own stance. Maybe it seemed like she was losing her shit over nothing, but she’d rolled over for him one time too many lately, and she wasn’t doing it anymore. At his final comment, Jae’s jaw went slack and she just stared at him, her mind torn between shock and outrage. A moment later, it settled on the latter. "You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You’re sending me to my room?” She sneered, pointing out the patronising nature of his words. Her left arm fell to her side while the right one lifted. She took one exact step and poked the tip of her right index finger into his chest. “You better backtrack pretty fucking fast, Darcy.”

Jae had never in her life been as careful as she was in this exact moment. Gentle movements and soundless steps, slowly adjusting the position of his arms without causing any disruption to his sleep. One of his hands already secured with a set of handcuffs tethered to the bedpost, Jae took a step back to look at him, breathing shallow and eyes wide. She should shoot him. She knew where his gun was, and she knew how to handle it. She should get it over with. Lord knew, she’d threatened to kill him in his sleep several times, in a multitude of ways. But she couldn’t. Looking at him now, despite everything he’d done to her, she realised that she couldn’t. So instead, she carefully used the second set of cuffs to connect his other wrist to the headboard. That’s when he shifted. Jae’s heart seemed to ram itself into her throat and she jumped back, a sharp intake of breath drowned out by the sound of her back hitting the closet behind her. Please don’t wake up, she prayed internally, wide eyes locked on him, fearful even though she had him restrained. God, what was she doing. 

“Both.” Arms folded, brows furrowed. “I never disagreed with you on that.”

Jae: I can already tell she won't swallow shit.

“You’re fuckin’ pathetic, you know that?” Jae sipped her beer, not even turning to look at him. Mainly because she knew who it was for reasons she’d never tell Ty about; she recognised his scent. The fact that she’d had contact with the other racer outside of the obvious context, well... she’d be screwed if her boyfriend ever did find out. Manicured nails tapped the glass in her hand as she glanced back at him. “The hovering’s feeling pretty fucking stalkerish, just saying.”  @w0rstbehaviours

“You say that like it was some kind of great challenge.”