Awakening me is the sensation of sunshine's warm rays caressing my skin. As I sit here in my room, the light from the sun streams in. It is imperative that I draw these curtains before I go to bed, and I am groaning. I have reached the point where I can no longer tolerate the annoyance of the sun having to wake me up from my wonderful, peaceful sleep.
I stand up to stretch and drag my feet to the bathroom after pulling my covers off of me and placing them on the floor with me. I am brushing my teeth and taking a shower. Straight from the shower, I change into a pair of white shorts and a baggy black t-shirt.
Not only am I not prepared to listen to Jason's pointless apologies, but I really hope we do not collide this morning. I cautiously open the door, preparing to confront that vile person. As I step out of the room, I notice Jason perched on the couch, munching on a box of cereal.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey," I half-smile and walk over to the kitchen.
I hear movements from behind me.
Oh great, he is heading straight for me now....
I grab a box of coco pops on my way to the fridge to get milk. "I apologize for what happened last night," he says, looking down at his cereal box.
There we go again; I knew this was going to happen.
He continues "I hope I didn't give you a hard time," He says while eating a mouthful of cereal.
Taking a moment to collect myself, I turned to confront him. "Why did you do it?"
He shrugs…
I had a feeling he was going to keep quiet.
If you return home drunk, I will have no choice but to leave this place myself.
"Listen," he says.
"No, listen to me, Jason. If you're going to come back here drunk, then please bring one of your hoes to take care of you." I sigh.
"I'm sorry, okay," he says.
"I was being a jerk, and I apologize."
"Fuck's sake, Jason," I say through gritted teeth.
"I was just so stressed, so I had to get some things out of my head," He admits.
After a rant in the kitchen, I stomp into the living room and immediately start watching Stranger Things, my favorite television show.
"What an annoying cunt."
"Is it all because I came back home drunk again?" He chuckles as he sits beside me and places a glass of milk on the table.
If he's trying to apologize to me in this way, then I can't buy his apology.
"So you are ignoring me now, huh?" he sighs.
I force myself to take a sip from my glass and set it back on the table after gulping it in.
"Look, Jason, I don't have a problem with you coming back here drunk," I continue, "at least come back with Kate so she can take care of you," I say.
He raises his brow in confusion.
"Sorry, I forgot that you are cheating on her." I roll my eyes.
"Listen," he says.
"No, I won't listen," I say, standing up from the couch.
He gives a gentle nod.
"Marie," he says, standing up.
"What!?" I ask.
"I-I Uhm," he adjusts himself, tugging at his shorts.
There he goes being weird again.
"I-I..." He coughs, looking up and down my body with his eyes not meeting mine.
"I'll be going out today," I say.
"Where are you going?" He says in a husky voice.
"I'm going out with a friend," I say.
"And where did you meet this friend?" he asks, raising a brow.
"It doesn't matter where I met him, Jason," I say, walking out of the kitchen.
"Wait, what!?" he continues.
"It's a he?" he asks in a loud voice.
"And do you have a problem with that?" I ask.
"Of course, yes," he suddenly changes his words.
"I,I mean, of course not," he scoffs.
"Huh!?" Is all that I've got.
Though we are at a distance, he fixes his intense gaze on me.
"You know what, you can do whatever you want," he says weirdly.
Why is he behaving this way?.
I shrug off the thought
"I'm going to get myself ready." I barge past his shoulder.
In an instant, he snatches my arm and pins me to the wall; I squawk in surprise, and my breath catches as my mouth goes dry. I feel his intense gaze fixate on my lips as I forcefully swallow and lick them.
He continues to study my lips as he says, "You are not going anywhere." As I struggle to free myself from our embrace, he firmly grasps my neck, bringing it close enough for our lips to meet, but only by an inch or two.
As his lips meet mine, my heart races with anticipation. Like a drum, I could feel its thumping in my ear.
"Marie..." he pauses.
A puzzled "Hmm?"
He gently lifts a strand of my dark hair, tucking it softly behind my ear.."I should not be doing this, you should stop me," he murmurs, his hand gently cradling my face, his gaze fixed intently on my lips as he leans closer.
No matter how much I might wish to, I find myself unable to halt my actions; in this circumstance, stopping him is simply not an option.
"Damn it, Marie," he mutters under his breath.
He bridges the distance between us once more, his lips gently meeting mine. This kiss is soft and tender, as he shapes his lips to fit with mine, his other hand resting on my side just beneath my breast.
I sigh as I let his tongue dance on my lips.
He moves his hand from my breast to my neck and holds me closer, both possessively and gently.
I was surprised by the noises I was able to produce.
In between his gentle, moist kisses, he chants my name repeatedly, as if he enjoys my groans.
As we break off our kiss, we can feel our breath coming in heavy gasps. "I can't do this," he says.
Staying silent….
He stares into my eyes— his eyes not moving from mine; I see pure lust and dearness in his eyes at the same time.
"Tell me I should," he says in a low, sexy voice that sends shivers through my body.
He He lets go of me and begins pacing around, running his hands through his messy hair.
The more he runs his hand through his hair, the sexier he becomes, and the more attractive he becomes.
"Jason,: "I finally speak."
As he cautiously approaches me, he quickly turns his back on me and presses me against the wall. He then cups both of his hands on my cheeks and presses his lips through mine simultaneously.
As he groans, I groan and call out his name. This time, I experienced a sensation of butterflies in my stomach.
My hands are moving against his chest as I do so.
When that happens, my mind makes the decision to ruin the moment by bringing back memories and the fake orgasms he had with whoever he fucked.
"I can't do this," I say, pushing him away from me.
He remains silent.
Breaking the silence "Take that as a way of saying I'm sorry," he says.
What the hell does this idiot think he is? What kind of Apology was this?