Blair's POV
I hate myself for getting into this kind of a situation. I'm currently laying on Jason's chest, on my bed, and we both may or may not be naked. He has his arms wrapped around my waist and my arms are on his chest. His sculpted, scarred, muscular- STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! Dear lord, sometimes my mind is just as much in the gutter as the ex-boy wonder.

I can tell he's not alsleep by his breathing patterns and I know if I looked at his face he would give me a huge playboy grin.

How could I let myself be so stupid? Sure, I'm fine with meaningless sex but this seems like more than that. This seems like we actually care about each other, maybe even we love each other.

Which we don't.

Because it's not like I stay up every night losing sleep over him or anything.

I am NOT in love with Jason Todd.

I sound so f***ing much like that one girl in Hercules it isn't even funny.

Great, he's now holding me in a loving way.

If my gun wasn't somewhere on the floor with the rest of my cloths I wound shoot Jay.

"Morning Princess, did you sleep well?"

"Fine." I swear, if he tries anything I'll rip hip a new one.

"You sound mad, let me make you feel better." Jason starts kissing my neck. I push away and he looks at me, confused.

"I don't want to do this right now." I step out of bed, wrap my silk robe around me, and walk to the kitchen.

Whenever Pix comes over she always wants chocolate chip pancakes so I have a box of pancake mix at the ready. I start cooking them when I hear Jay's footsteps.

"Do you want some?" I ask without turning around.

"I would love that, Princess."

I put a few pancakes on a plate and hand them to Jason. Jason is naked and grinning like an idiot. But mostly naked.

I will not blush. I will not blush. I will not blush. I will not blush.

"Thanks, Gorgeous," He says.

I take a deep breath and grab my pancakes. I start walking back to my room.

"Where are you going?" Jason asks.

"I almost always eat my brefast in bed."

I wrap myself deep in the covers, Jason follows me and does the same. I put on the news as we eat our pancakes. We finish and put our plates on the nightstand.

I let Jason hold me and I put my head on his chest. His heartbeat is steady and calming. I don't really mind laying anginst his chest, that much.

I do NOT love Jason Todd, but laying here with holding me? It almost makes me question how I feel.

It almost makes me feel as if it was possible, which it is NOT, for me to be in love.