Mischief

(Jason's POV)

I felt my hands yanked off in a flash. I didn't understand what had happened or what was happening. The sounds of someone rushing to his feet woke me up. It was Juliet. But why did she bolt off from the bed like that?

"What the hell was that?" She muttered silently under her breath. It was morning, so everywhere was silent enough for me to hear her clearly.

I think I understand what is happening now. She had bolted off from the bed because of me. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to find out that Eric was no longer between both of us. I didn't think at all. I just found my hands draw at Juliet, cuddling her in between my arms. It was those same arms she had yanked off.

"Ouch, that hurts. My pride feels punctured. I didn't know you would feel like I was committing a crime by cuddling with you." My eyes twitched, melancholic. I gravely commented on how I felt about her actions. It was embarrassing that Juliet now feels that my arms were a form of violation to