He lowered his body and put his head on my chest, his arms still tightly wrapped around me. His body was warm and it felt so good as I let my body melt into our embrace. A low rumble began in my belly. Fuck, I was hungry.
“I'm guessing that my girl is hungry?” Jason laughed.
“I don’t know, you’re the cop. You tell me?” I mocked.
“I'm a SWAT officer, Kass,” he said, shaking his as he moved from the bed and reached for his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I asked, upset that he left me.
“Breakfast. What, you don’t want to eat?” He smirked. The moment he said the word my stomach cried out.
“I guess I should eat.” I rolled out of bed and put on my sweat pants.
“Come on, woman, you and I need sustenance.” He slapped my butt as I walked by him.
“Hey!” I yelped.
“Shut up, you love it.” He smiled.
I made him breakfast since the man made me a fantastic dinner, which I loved, plus the awesome sex that we had last night. Being with Jason was unlike anything I had ever dealt with. I had my fears, but I wanted them to stay away from what was going on with us now. I was afraid it would somehow taint it, taint us. I shook my head not wanting to think about it.
“Everything, okay?” he asked, the fork mid-way to his mouth.
“Yeah, just thinking about a story I’m writing about.” I smiled.
He narrowed his eyes and watched me for a mere moment then went back to eating. I walked over to the door wanting to see what mail I got, but when I opened my door, my heart stopped.
On my doormat was a stupid, brown package. I closed the door not wanting Jason to see it. When he went for a shower, I’d get rid of it.
“Kass?” I heard Jason from behind me.
“Yeah?” I turned around and saw him watching me from the kitchen counter.
“You okay?” he asked again.
“I told you, I’m in my head. I’ll write out the notes I need for the story and then I'm all yours,” I said, walking away from the stupid package which was outside, calling out my name as I walked away from it.
I didn’t want Jason involved in this and I seriously didn’t want this to be happening now. Just like Jason, I wanted a day that he and I could be together without anything ruining it. My brother didn’t help yesterday and I seriously didn’t think getting this stupid package was going to make it any better.
“Why don’t you go up and take a shower while I clean up?” I smiled as I walked back into the kitchen sorting out whatever mail I had, not that I was paying any attention to the letters in my hand.
“Why don’t you join me?” He reached out his hand, waiting to take mine.
“Let me clean up and write down my notes then I’ll join you,” I offered.
“Fine. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.” He left me and headed upstairs.
I waited for a few minutes until I thought the coast was clear. I headed back to the door and slowly opened it. The stupid brown package was still there. I picked it up and closed the door behind me, looking down at it. Only this time my name wasn’t written on it; this time it was addressed to Jason.
“So, are you going to give me the package or are you going to lie to me again?” Jason accused me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so engrossed that I hadn’t noticed he was right behind me. I guess the stupid coast wasn’t clear.
“I’m assuming by the look on your face that you’re pissed I caught you. You would seriously suck as a cop,” he growled, yanking the package from my hand.
“Jason, give me that right now!” I yelled, but it only fell on deaf ears.
“Jason!” I shouted, but nothing. He made his way to the kitchen counter and proceeded to opened it.
“It’s addressed to me, not you,” he said calmly.
Inside was an mp3 player. He walked over to my stereo and plugged it in.
I want to kill you like they do in the movies
But don't worry there's another one just like you in line
I want to kill you like they do in the movies
But don't worry there's another one just like you in line
It was Marilyn Manson’s song “I Want to Kill You Like They Do In The Movies.” The lyrics were on a loop, playing over and over again, echoing throughout my home. I ran to the stereo and yanked out the mp3 player. The thought of someone hurting him made my mind go blank.
“Jason!” I started.
“There’s nothing to say,” he finished. “Let’s continue our day the way we wanted,” he said in a serious tone; one I didn’t like.
“Jason?” I said meekly, my nerves getting the better of me as we both stood silent.
A loud, angry, thunderous sound came from outside. Great! It was going to rain today. I hated the fuckin rain. I knew I shouldn’t have bothered with anything but my bed today.