A Guest

"Jason, it's me!" Laura shouted as he flipped her over.

Jason had his hands on either side of her head, his hair cascading down his face. He had a look of confusion as he stared at her. His face was barely inches away from Laura's.

She could see that his eyes were clouded with sleep and his brows were squeezed in puzzle.

His upper torso was exposed as he had no clothes on. Laura struggled to keep her eyes on him as they kept wandering down his chest. It was firm and made her feel butterflies in her belly.

"Laura?" He called, his voice raspy from sleep, as he tried to take in the fact that she was the one on his bed.

"Yes, it's me; I came to drop your bag, and then you were, uhm," Laura said, not completing her words.

"Oh, um, Laura, so sorry, are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Jason asked, his eyes finally registering recognition. His concern was etched on his face as he stared into her eyes.

"No, you didn't, and I'm fine," Laura replied.

As she answered, she saw his brows squeeze agai