A sudden chill runs down my spine at the sound of his words.

Is it?

Is it love more important, or we just use it as a lame excuse, to justify the misery of our actions?

I mean who am I to judge? I lied to the police about a drug dealing, that could have costed my life, only to protect one man.

A man I didn't know.

And the worst part is...I don't regret it.

Even now, that I learnt all these things about him, I still don't regret it.

How messed up is this?

I pause the episode, rubbing my eyes behind the glasses.

Fuck Daphne. You really need to put your shit together.

You can't keep doing this...Rob was right.

This story will end badly.

It always does.

I push myself up, to take another chip from the bag, when a faint noise, makes me stop.

What the hell is that?

A persisting tapping comes from my window and I move towards it cautiously.

Are these rocks?

My heart skips a beat anxiously.

I mean I just watched a tv show about a crazy stalker...

But when I finally look outside my window, I realize, it's not Joe Goldberg, or any other creepy character.

It's just...

My Joker.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...

I look at him, almost hyperventilating.

What is he doing here...?

He smiles at me, making me wet my pants for a moment, before he signals to open the window.

I obligate almost tοo easily. What can I say? I'm a sucker for him.

''Hey'' He says casually, as if it's the most normal thing in the world, coming to my house at 23:00 in the evening.

''Hey'' I whisper back, not be able to control the little smile, creeping on my face.

''What are you doing here?''

''I wanted to see you.''

His words make my stomach flutter and I can't help but bounce at my feet happily.

Thank God he can't see it.

''I didn't have your number, so I had to improvise.''

I nod awkwardly, biting on my lip.

He stares at me amused and for a moment neither of us say anything.

When I finally avert my gaze back to him, he still stands there unbothered by my silence and the words slip my mouth, before I can restrain myself.

''Do you wanna come up?''

What was I thinking? Really?

I keep scolding myself, for letting my heart speak before my mind, while he looks around, exploring my room freely.

It's so intimidating, having him inside my house like this.

The only times we met were in outdoor places, except his loft, which I try not to recall at the moment, because I'll probably be all flustered again.

But now...he is in my personal space.

I try to control my nerves, fidgeting anxiously in my spot.

''I didn't know you like Japanese art.'' He says, looking at the wallpaper under the glass of my desk.

I stare at him amazed. ''You recognize it?''

''Who doesn't? Hokusai Katsushika was one of greatest Japanese woodblock printmakers and The Great Wave is definitely, his finest work.''

I feel my jaw hanging on the floor and he chuckles at my response.

''What?''

''N-nothing. It's just...No one really knew what I was talking about, when I referred to him.''

''I do.'' He says, making me melt instantly.

I nod, while he continues exploring the rest of my room.

His fingers press on the back of my books, reading the titles, occasionally taking one out of the shelf to check it.

He stops in front of a picture, grabbing the frame delicately.

It is photo of me and the girls around two years ago, during a party. We were all wearing skirts and cocktail dresses, a tone of glitter in our faces.

''You seem happy here.'' He says, smiling at me.

I look up shyly, nodding again.

''When was that?''

''Um...I think in our freshmen year.''

''So, these are your friends.''

''Yep.'' I say, popping the p.

He smiles, making me sift under his gaze.

''Are you going to elaborate on that?''

''Um...what do you want me to say?''

''Their names for start?''

''Oh.''

Moving closer to him, I take the frame.

''This is Khloe, Zoey and Mikaela.''

He nods, waiting for me to continue.

''We met each other in college. Actually, I knew Khloe before that. We were together in high school too. But we became closer the last three years. This picture was taken in some party, I think. We used to go out a lot back then. And the reason we are drowned in glitter here, is because Mikaela's little brother made a prank on her before she left, and it was impossible to take it off. That's why, we decided to put some on ourselves too, so she won't feel out of place. I mean looking at it right now, it was probably a bad idea. We look like disco balls.'' I say, chuckling.

The sudden silent welcoming my answer makes be curious.

Taking my eyes off the picture, I find Jackson staring at me fondly. A smile lingering on his lips.

This is the longest I spoke about myself since I met him. The fact itself makes me conscious again, and I clear my throat to break the awkwardness.

''You speak really warmly about the girls. You must love them a lot.''

I swallow not knowing what to say. He got me.

Putting the picture back, he nods towards my bed.

''What were you watching?''

''A Netflix tv show.''

''Yeah? Which one?''

''You.''

''I am on Netflix now?'' He asks, raising an eyebrow.

''N-no.'' I stutter embarrassed. ''It's the name of the show.''

He laughs at my response. ''I know baby, I'm just playing with you.''

The sound of his laugh combined with the pet name, brings a sudden heat in my stomach.

''Can I watch it too?''

His question takes me by surprise. He wants to stay?

I bite on my lips anxiously. I am going to be in so much trouble if my parents find out about this. But on the other hand, how can I say no?

''You know, I climbed on a tree and through a window to see you. Don't you think I deserve some kind of a reward?''

That's true. He did squish himself though my window, which I may add is seriously difficult for a giant like him.

''I'll be quite.'' He says mischievously.

''Okay.'' I whisper in tiny.

He gives me another smile, making me feel like the luckiest person on the planet, before he takes off his jacket. Leaving him only with a black t-shirt, hugging his body tightly.

I gulp, watching him sit on my bed.

''Should I take off my shoes too? I don't want to dirt your covers.''

Choking on my own words I stutter. ''S-sure.''

He proceeds to remove his boots, while I stand in the middle of the room, staring at him like an owl.

And then it hits me. He is going to be in my bed.

Jackson is going to lay in my bed.

The thought makes my hormones go crazy and my nervousness too.

Wait. Is he going to fit there?

I mean I'm kind of tall for a girl, but definitely not 1,85 like him.

''Are you having second thoughts baby? I was joking about the fact that you owe me something. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.''

''No.'' I say, almost too firmly.

''I was just thinking if you are going to fit...because you are kind of big.''

He looks at me amused, a naughty grin on his face.

Listening to my own words, I blush hard, realizing what I just said.

''In my b-bed, if you are going to fit in my bed.'' I quickly correct myself.

God take me now.

''I think I'm going to fit just fine.''

He says smirking at me.

I feel the heat traveling from my body, towards my face and I know I'm a walking tomato right now.

Moving towards my bed he makes a light jump, landing in the middle.

''See...just fine.''

He says, crossing his hands behind his head. ''Are you coming?''

My throat becomes suddenly dry and I feel the need to get out of here. Anxiety building inside me.

''Um...I'm g-going to bring something to drink. Wait here.''

I whisper quickly, moving out of the door and resting my body against it.

Shit. That was close.

Having a panic attack in front of Jackson for the third time, is definitely not in my list for tonight.

I take a deep breath walking towards the kitchen in my tiptoes.

My parents are both heavy sleepers, but you never know.

''Daphne?''

A sudden voice takes me by surprise.

Shit.

Turning around I find my mom looking at me from the living room.

''What are you doing?''

''I w-wanted some water. Why are you still up?''

''It's not that late. Besides there is a good movie playing. Do you want to sit?''

Her question makes me even more confused. Us watching a film together?

Is she ill or something?

''No thanks. I'm going to sleep.''

''Ok goodnight.''

''Night.'' I whisper.

In my way back to the room, I'm holding a bottle of water and a coke. Standing outside, I fidget anxiously in my spot.

Stop being such a pussy. Just get in.

I open the door hesitant, only to find Jackson laying on my bed on his phone.

''I thought you left me.'' He says, smiling.

As if...

''Sorry. My mom is still up. We have to be extra quiet.''

''That's fine with me.'' He whispers back. The tone of his voice so smooth, like melting chocolate.

''I brought you a coke. We didn't have any beer. My parents are more like the wine kind of people and it's in the cellar...''

''Coke is fine baby.''

I nod gulping hard while he eyes me up and down.

''I like your glasses.'' He says.

My cheeks flash instantly realizing I'm wearing the typically nerd glasses, I use inside the house, when I'm not wearing my contacts.

''Thanks.''

''The whole outfit actually.''

Averting my eyes from the floor I see him watching me carefully. A dark look, on his face, almost...lustful?

His stare drifts from my legs, to the shirt I have on.

And then it hits me.

I only have a shirt on.

Holly shit.

I mean I have tiny shorts underneath it, but there are no visible, considering how oversized this is.

''I-I'll go change...''

''Don't. It's your room. You can wear whatever you want. I'm the intruder anyway. Just come and watch this with me.''

He signals me to go closer and I climb on the bed beside him, my laptop separating our bodies.

''Should I put it from the start?''

''That's ok baby.'' He whispers taking a sip from his coke, while I try to concentrate on anything than the warmth of his body, the beauty of his face, or the closeness of our skin.

He is here.

That's all that matters.