Jerome

"Morning," She breathes

Jerome responds by grabbing her by the material of her t-shirt and drawing her forwards for a kiss.

Jenna had planned for them to have a conversation, something along the lines of 'how are you?' and 'what shall we do for the day?' but that has been forgotten in favour of instant gratification.

Jenna began to steer him towards the bedroom, but it is too far, and the fact that they have the whole place to themselves, no interruptions, swims in the forefront of her mind, intoxicating. Instead she finds herself falling to the bottom of the stairs, dragging Jerome with her. She expects a protest, but the boy merely fumbles with the clasp of her bra, a small groan already escaping from his mouth.

"Just you and me," Jenna practically purrs between kisses, "All weekend."

Jerome grins into the kiss, and lifts his arse from the stairs to allow Jenna to rid him of his pants. He throws them to the floor like he doesn't have a fucking care in the world, and Jenna loves him for it.

Knowing how to love without expecting anything in return

Except pleasure

Neither esteem nor a great love story

Not even the hope to be loved

Knowing how to suffer

In silence, without a whimper

Desiring until the end

Staying regardless