Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 15: What happened...?

I woke up with light shining on my face. "Hm...?" I roll over in those amazing black silk sheets and bury my face in one of the pillows. Mmm smells like Jeff..

Speaking of Jeff, where was he...? I peek up and my eyes almost pop out of my head.

Holy SHIT.

Jeff was standing in front of his dresser in tight black Calvin Klien boxer briefs and that's it. Am I drooling...?

I must've been breathing too loud because he lifted his head and turned around. Luckily, I was able to close my eyes and make it look like I was sleeping.

"She's still asleep...?" He whispers. I feel the bed sink down beneath me as he crawls under the blankets and lies beside me.

He's so close.... I craved to reach out and touch him.

He snakes an arm around my waist and he pulls me close to him, pressing me against his chest.

"Baby... Wake up..." He mumbles into my hair. My heart leaps.

"I-I've been awake..." I squeak. My god... My hands are right against his eight pack and all of their glory.

"Good..." He chuckles, running a hand down my side and resting on my hip. "Did you sleep well?"

I tilt my face up to him, my voice all breathy. "Y-yes..."

He brings his hand up and graps my chin, his thumb sliding along my bottom lip, making me shiver. "God I want to kiss you right now..."

"Then why don't you...?" I ask as I move closer to him. His eye brows furrow and the arm that's around my waist tightens. He bends down, our lips barely touching but it's enough to send electricity rushing down my spine.

"Because we shouldn't get attached to each other..." He mumbles, his breath fanning across my lips.

"Fuck that." I say and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his and fitting our lips together, causing an immediate moan to bubble from my chest.

His arms were around me, holding me tightly against him as he kissed back. I tangled one of my hands into his hair and the other ran down his glorious abdomin, feeling his muscles ripple through his skin. Jeff's tongue forced it's way into my mouth and twisted around mine. I chuckled, feeling a soft, warm, puff of air on my upper lip which meant he didn't want to pull away to breathe.

I kissed him with all of the longing, the passion, the desperate need I felt for him that had built up over our years apart. He slid a hand down my side and ruckked up the t-shirt that he let me wear so his hand could grasp my ass and squeeze gently. A noise of appreciation was heard from him before his hand let go to explore my body, which was naked under his shirt. His hand skimmed my breasts then went up to my collar bone and to the back of my neck. I knew what he was trying to do and was successful in doing it. My shirt came up as his arm came up so it was all bunched above my breasts, exposing them.

"Jeff..." I breathed, my voice thick with desire.

And then there was a knock at the door. Jeff untangles himself from me and pulls on a pair of dress pants, not bothering to do them up and opens the door.

"Jeff, Slendy has a mission for you." It's Masky. I remember him and his terrible soup.

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute." And with that, he shut the door, not waiting for Masky's response.

I laid there awkwardly, pulling down my shirt.

"That shouldn't have happened.." He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair.