Our Happy Ending? [#2]

thirteen

[UNEDITED][JASON]

        By the time Erin was dressed and had come downstairs, breakfast was on the table and there was no trace of the fact I had been an emotional mess not half hour ago.

        The last time I broke down like that was after the death of Ria. After that I had to be strong for Chloe, I had to be the one to hold her together when she was falling apart and make sure she never fell to her knees in tears because she didn’t have anyone.

        I never wanted her to feel the way I did that day and I never wanted her to feel alone because it was one of the worst feelings in the world. The feeling of knowing there is going to be no one there for you at the end of the day and there is no one who could possibly understand your situation so you are forced to deal with it on your own.

        That means dealing with your emotions, thoughts and actions without having another person there to aid you through that tough time. I became the strong one because I never wanted to be the weak one again and I never wanted to feel like there was nothing I could do make another person feel at least a little better about themselves.

        “You made this?” Erin smiled as she took the seat on the opposite side of the table to me.

        “It’s your favourite. Right?” I replied. I looked at the blueberry pancakes and bacon which were now sitting in front of the both of us.

        “I told you that after the first night we slept together. You wanted to make me breakfast was so you asked for my favourite thing to eat in the morning,” Erin said and she was clearly impressed by the fact I had remembered something to small.

        I had learn that tip from my sister. When a girl tells you they like something, it serves you well in the future to remember what they said.

        I remember the time Chloe told Matthew that her favourite perfume was by Kylie Minogue and she hated Beyonce. Poor boy got the shock of his life when Chloe threw the bottle across the room because he had got the two of them the wrong way round – she apologised when she had calmed down but he was genuinely extremely upset that she didn’t like the present.

        “You also told me about your nephew and how I needed to meet him because he was the cutest baby I would ever meet,” I chuckled taking a bite of the food in front of me.

        “I was thinking,” Erin paused as she took a mouthful of the pancake and I have never heard someone moan so loudly over some food until I heard the sound which came from Erin’s throat, “perhaps I should ask Damien if he wants to spend the night too.”

        “The last time you moaned that loudly, you were calling my name,” I said with a smirk, feeling even more satisfied when she began to choke a little on her pancake. “And that sounds good to me. Amanda could do with getting to know some more people.”

        “I meant Jason Statham,” Erin shrugged before she continued with her food.

        “Seriously? He’s close to double your age. I refuse to believe that you were thinking of him while I was fu—“

        “While you were what Jase?”

        “Making love to you. I refuse to believe you were thinking of Jason Statham while I was making love to you,” I lied. I knew what we did last night was not making love.

        There was a distinct different between making love and fucking. One was slow and you took the time to pay attention to your partner, ensuring they are turned on in every sense of the word. The other was simply where you stuck your dick in and get the hell with it, not bothering with all the shit which showed you loved them.