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Maybe he was right. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I got up, heading to the kitchen to get a drink. That's when I saw it. The words written on the kitchen window in large, ominous letters: *I WILL GET YOU, LOWEN. I'M BACK. I'LL KILL YOU.*
I ran back to our room, my heart racing. "Jeremy! Please! It was there! I'm not imagining it!"
Jeremy followed me to the kitchen, but the writing was gone.
"Babe," he said, his voice filled with concern, "we're going to the hospital tomorrow. You need to get checked."
"No... no, please believe me. It was there, Jeremy! It was!" I pleaded, but he didn't listen.
He picked me up in his arms and carried me back to the bedroom. "It's been a while since we did it, hasn't it?" he said, smirking down at me.
I smirked back, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. "Hasn't it, Daddy?"
Jeremy slowly pulled off my clothes, tossing them to the floor. His toned body glistened under the dim light as we kissed passionately, the room filled with the sound of our bodies moving together. Grunts and moans echoed around us as we lost ourselves in each other.
Afterward, we laid beside each other, breathing heavily. I looked at him, smiling. "You know how to calm me down, don't you?" I teased.