Bad Things

|Chapter Four|

I am startled awake in the night.  My heart races as I work up a scream.  Jackson puts his hand over my mouth and straddles me.

"It's just me, baby," he says, shrugging off his jacket while he kisses me.

I'm very awake now, arching closer to him while I kiss him back. My fingers run over his skin and I press him closer. My breaths are coming out in harsh pants while Jackson forces his hand into my panties. I hear Jackson removing his clothes, and my underwear. I hiss at the cold air hitting the apex of my thighs. My moans are doing little to drown out the sound of skin slapping, I'm building towards an orgasm. Jackson grunts above me with each thrust, I know he's close too. Finally, I am falling. I squirm and writhe underneath him, riding out my high.

"Tell me you love me, Livvy," he coos in my ear.

"I love you, Jackson," I say, my voice is hoarse and breathy. I need a drink of water.

"That's right," he pulls out of me and goes into my bathroom. I hear the water turn on, I pad to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. I lay back down and ten minutes later Jackson emerges with wet hair, but he's still naked. He slips into bed behind me, holding me close. I feel his breathing even out in seconds.

When I wake up, it's to the smell of bacon. I stretch like a cat and yawn. I dip into the shower and wash last night from my body quickly. I put on Jackson's shirt from last night and it hangs to my knees.

"Are you making breakfast?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him from behind while he fries eggs.

He nods and turns to kiss me, "coffee's ready."

I turn and pour myself a cup of coffee and pour a little creamer into it. I notice the balcony door is open, and I step up to the railing. My building is shaped like a V and I can see Noah's apartment from here, his blinds are closed. It's been two weeks since our day at the park, I haven't so much as seen him out in the hallway. His texts have been radio silence.

It's cloudy out today, but still very humid. I yelp as Jackson hoists me up by my waist and takes me inside. I set my coffee down as Jackson sits me on the counter.

"Eat."

I take the plate and I eat everything on it. I want to go back for seconds, but I know he will mention my weight if I do that. I clean the dishes while he sits on the couch. He's already dressed for work, his face buried in his phone.

"Breakfast was delicious, thanks," I say, snuggling against him on the couch.

"Anything for you, babe," he says absently, he's not here anymore, he's in that space people go into when scrolling through social media.

Jackson scrolls through Instagram while I watch him, I don't have social media because I think they are a cancer. It's in this moment I realize we don't ever really talk to each other. We have amazing chemistry in the bedroom, but we never really sit around and talk. Jackson has never once asked about my family or my past before I moved here. He barely knows anything about me.

I try to grab his phone to bring him back here with me, but I can see the anger flare in him before he yanks it back. I flinch at the motion, but I'm not sure why. I think maybe I'm on edge from how he reacted at the bar the other night.

"What do you want, Olivia?"

"We don't have long before you have to go to work, I just want you to be here with me," I say, my spirit is broken from his reaction earlier.

"Just tell me what you want, Olivia, don't snatch things out of my hands," he says my name with such derision, and I realize he always talks to me this way.