Perfectly Red

Whodunit?

(Amy's POV )

Groggily I go to wipe the sleep from my eyes, and stir in my cozy spot on the warm bed. Only to be greeted with a full body ache as last night's events replay in my mind. I bolt up in bed wincing in pain.

"Good afternoon Sweetheart, come lay down you need rest," Jake says patting the spot I just go up from.

I quickly cover myself realizing I'm still naked, and pausing as I wonder if he still is too.

"Um, I'm wearing boxers," he says noticing the look on my face. "Let me go get you something to wear."

I lay back down, and he gets up going into the closet returning a few moments later with a robe for me. I put it on, struggling with the pain a little.

"Are you hungry?" Jake asks turning back around.

"Yes," I answer. "Please."

"Okay."

He takes out a phone from his jacket that was discarded on the floor from last night. His fingers type away at the screen before he sets it down with a soft smile. We sit in silence for awhile until a knock sounds at the door, and in walks Dee holding two plates of food.  She smiles at me kindly as she hands the plates to Jake.

"Thank you," he says.

"You're welcome, ...oh, and Amy feel better soon," she says before leaving us to eat.

Jake feeds me some fruit, and bites of omelette as I lay on the bed next to him. Which is very reminiscent of the time we spent together in Brazil. It's crazy to think the same man who did all of those things saved my life last night. We finish eating then he runs me a bath giving me privacy to derobe, and get in the bubbly warmth of the bath water.

My whole body is sore aching with each movement. But soon the pain is eased slightly from the epsom salts he added in the water. A soft knock at the bathroom door interrupts the stillness around me; I roll my eyes.

"Amy, I have something for you," Jake speaks from the other side of the door.

"Fine, come in. The bubbles are covering me."

He comes in kneeling next to the tub with a smile, and lifts up the box from last night.

"Ouu," I can't help the small grin from sneaking on my face.

Water splashes everywhere when I almost drop the box as I try to take it from him.

"Ehh, I'm too wet," I huff feeling defeated.

Jake stifles a giggle at my accidental innuendo.

"Oh hush," I scold him.

"Here."

He takes the grinder, and rolling papers out of the box. Proceeding to roll me a joint, and drying off my hands before giving it to me.

"Do you have an ashtray?" I ask.

He turns around dumping some dried plants out of a vase, and setting it next to me. Then he smoothly takes the electric lighter out, and lights the joint for me. Before I can ask why he's letting me do this he leaves back into the bedroom.