Jason's Pov

My thoughts kept returning to the look on Brinley's face when I came out of the bathroom. What the hell, don't I have no privacy in my damn place. I wasn't expecting anyone to be in my bedroom or my penthouse, and I was shocked to see Brandon and Brinley standing in the doorway. Naked woman in my arms, and I'm in a towel. I didn't have to say anything because before I could speak, Brinley had already run out, and Brandon was standing there giving me a death stare. Brandon yells at me, asking what I did to Brinley, but I have n idea. We kissed a few times when I was in Paris. I met her there, and we stayed at the same hotel, but it wasn't planned. We had dinner, talked, and took in the sites together. And the night before I was to catch a flight back to California, we got a little drunk, and Brinley told me about her crush on me since she was young. I kissed her, a quick peck on the lips. I looked into her beautiful green eyes, and I got lost. And I kissed her again; this time, I kissed her hard and with a need. We both get caught up in the moment, and I come to my senses. I pull away from her, and she glances at me with fire in her eyes and lips bright pink from the kiss we just shared. I wanted to kiss her more, even take it further, but I couldn't. What's this I'm feeling? Am I crazy? She's like a sister, not a sister, not right now. She's a beautiful woman, and my heart is skipping a beat. I want her, but guilt eats at me; I can't continue this, so I get up and walk to the door. Take care, Brinley thanks for being my tour guide the last couple of days. I reach for the door, and she says my name. Don't go, Jaxson; please stay. I turn and look over my shoulder; Brinkley, I can't; this, us, we, cant happen. And I walk out the door with more regrets than I can count. And now this, I hurt her. I should have tried to explain to Brinley in Paris. But I just walked away from her. Where are you, Brinley? I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt you. That's why I walked away that night in Paris, so I didn't do, or we did something we both might of regretted. When Brinley ran out, my world stopped. I might have lost the best thing that could happen to me, but it's better this way. I'd rather have her hate me than get hurt. I need to find her. I need to explain to her that in Paris, that kiss was a mistake. Although it wasn't, I can't tell her that; she's my best friend's sister, which is one big reason I can't risk anything with Brinley. I drive around, looking for any glimpse of a cute little blonde walking on the sidewalk, but I don't see her anywhere. I need to change the damn code for my penthouse, and if I didn't give it to Brandon, this shit wouldn't have happened. Where are you, Brinley? Let me find you. This can't be happening. This is all on me, and I take full blame, and I need to explain to Brandon what happened and convince him to let me talk to Brinley. I hope he found her, so I drive to Brandon.