This is life.

93 ➤ Childish *mature*

The following day Jason arrives back home early in the evening. I think strategically and wear a black turtle neck sweater to hide my tattoo, he wouldn't question why seeing as it's getting colder, a very cold winter is approaching us. Obviously I'll reveal it to him soon, but not while he's tired. I don't want to make him upset or angry, I know that during and after business trips his stress is higher than usual.

When he greets me he hands me boxes and tells me that it's the items I ordered a few days ago. Apparently security has been trying to reach me to tell me about this but I never noticed that they arrived yesterday. I thank him with a peck on the cheek, and I'm a little nervous throughout the entire day but he compliments my hair and doesn't mind it, which makes me feel a bit more at ease. He's very exhausted, and so he tells me he just wants to enjoy a silent moment with me to relax. We both lay in front of the fireplace in the lounge room on the sofa, and the warmth of his body under mine is so comforting that I could fall asleep. He kisses my forehead before placing another on my lips, and I smile.

My heart races when he tries to pull down my collar. I know that he wants to kiss my neck, but I discreetly distract him but running my hands through his hair and asking him how the trip was. "I got you gifts from my trip." "When did you even have the time to shop?" I laugh. "It was only an hour of my time." He gently pushes me off and I pull the blanket up to my neck. I watch as he disappears around the corner, and a minute or two passes until he comes back with a Chanel bag. "Oh my gosh, Jason what did you buy?" "Not too much, I promise." He hands me the bag and I grasp it delicately, I notice that Jason is watching me intensively. He always likes to see my reaction.

When I open the bag I see a glasses case and also, at the bottom of the bag a pink woolen shirt, and a pink woolen scarf. "Thank you so much. But winter's coming so I don't know why you brought me sunglasses." His smile drops. "Oh shit. Well it's the gesture that counts, isn't it?" I roll my eyes and set the bag down on the floor. "It's almost ten. I'm still very tired so let's go to bed." "Okay." I hold out my hand and he helps me up. I'm caught off guard when he pulls me to his body and brings his arms around my neck to hug me tight. "I missed you so much." The pressure of his arms and the friction of my collar on the new tattoo causes me to let out a sharp hiss. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" Jason becomes alert almost immediately and lets me go to look into my eyes with concern. "No, no, no, I'm alright babe, calm down." I can't help but giggle at his cuteness. "You had me scared for a second. I thought I was hurting you." "You weren't, don't worry." Well technically you were.

"Then what's wrong?" "I um, I'm on my period." He gives me a puzzled look. "My period gives me cramps." I further elaborate. "Are you lying to me?" "Jason I um," "You know better than to lie to me." He warns. "I did something to myself, that, I really don't want you to be angry about." I confess. My voice shakes as I talk. "What did you do?" He frowns. "Please don't get mad." "Britney just tell me what you did." He urges. I sigh and feel myself make a hostile expression as I bring my hand to my neck and pull down my collar. "What?" He says. He brings his hand over mine and pulls the collar down more to see the tattoo. "What is this, Britney?" He speaks in a calm and collected tone however I feel as if he's about to snap at me. "Please, Jason, don't get mad."

"Why would you do that to yourself? Why wouldn't you tell me? What were you thinking?" He bombards me with countless questions and I find myself becoming overwhelmed. "I..." "Britney half of your neck is covered in roses." Tears are very close from escaping my eyes and I look down to the floor in fear. I feel Jason's hand move from my neck to my chin and he holds my head up to look at him. "Why are you so scared of me?" He asks. "I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of you being upset at me. I don't want to be the reason why you're angry." I tell him. "Britney," He looks away for a moment which confuses me. But when  he turns his head to look back into my eyes, I see what's in his eyes. "So, sexy." He exasperates. He kisses me roughly and I'm taken back but I kiss him back once my brain processes what's happening. Okay so he likes it, that's good. That's a good thing.