Forty-Three: Going Home †

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I had woken up early the next morning – not too early – to be ready to go back to the hotel to my parents.

Jason stayed asleep as I was getting ready in the bathroom, until I strolled out. He was lying on his bed, arms behind his head as he smiled at me.

"Hey," he said, still in a sleepy voice. That is always going to be the hottest thing about a guy. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have to get back to the hotel. It's Boxing Day. We leave tomorrow, remember?" I said, dropping my shoulders a little bit.

I dropped my pyjamas into the bag on the floor at the foot of the bed, Jason still surveying my every move. Once finished, I sat on his bed, crossing my legs and facing him. He sat up properly now, his hair disordered to the extreme and leaned in. His lips met mine and I pulled back a moment later.

"Please don't say you believe in the morning breath thing," he groaned, his eyes remaining closed.

I chuckled, "No, definitely not."

"Good," he grunted, leaning in and kissing me again.

"I really need to go," I mumbled, pulling back.

This time, Jason opened his eyes and sighed in defeat. "Fine," he grumbled, pushing the duvet off him and standing up. He slipped his feet in his shoes and picked up my bag with ease. His key card was on top of the chest of drawers so he picked it up and held the door open for me.

"I can carry my own bag," I objected, trotting behind him.

"I know."

Without further arguing, we came downstairs as a few people were mindlessly gliding into the food court. Jason sniffed loudly, his tummy rumbling as a response. His cheeks flushed a light shade of magenta once we made it outside. There was a cab already there because my parent's had called for one.

Jason handed me my bag and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before leaving a small, chaste kiss on my lips. He let go of me.

"You don't want to label us but you will kiss me in front of bystanders?" I quizzed amusingly.

"I have my reasons," he offered, smiling. "I won't get to see you until you come back now, will I?"

"No," I breathed, sighing.

"I'm going to miss you."

"Is Jason McCann – captain of the soccer team - turning soft on me?" I joked, mouth wide open and my hand on my chest.

"No," protested Jason, composing himself. There was still a smirk on his face, hauling the corners of his lips upwards even more.

I stared questioningly at him for a moment, eyebrows raised and a small smile on my face before getting into the cab. I told the driver where to go and he instantaneously set out of the car park in direction of the town. I waved goodbye to Jason and then he was out of sight.

It would be an understatement to say that I'd miss Jason while I'd be back in England. But I wouldn't stay for the entire break. I'd come back a few days before the new semester would commence. That would give me a little bit more time with Jason. Plus, without Jason, I could do my homework in peace.

"Tiegan!" my mom shouted, engulfing me in a hug when she opened the door to reveal me.

The rest of the day went a little like that. We hung out in town, going out and eating and even visiting more shops. Mom wanted to buy a little souvenir of a reminder of what it was like here and "this is the best time of your life, Tiegan, you'll want to remember it, too, won't you?" she said.

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