Two days later Ainsley walked up to Jeric’s shop with an evelope of money to hand to him. Payday had come and go, and she was finally able to get caught up on her bills and rent and pay Jeric for her car to be fixed. She also included an extra thirty dollars to cover the gas he had spent to pick her up from San Diego the other night.

“Hey,” Jeric smiled widely as he wiped the grease off of his hands with a cloth that was hanging from his back pocket. “Ready to pick up your car?” he asked.

“Ainsley’s here!” Felicia nearly screamed as she flew out of nowhere and ran toward Ainsley. She wrapped her arms around her tightly and Ainsley returned the motion, feeling a little bit strange, but still happy none the less. “Hey, can you send me that screenshot from when I was on FaceTime with the boys?” she asked, much more calm and collected this time.

“Of course,” Ainsley smiled. She handed Felicia her phone. “Go ahead and send it to yourself. Just…don’t look through my contacts or anything, alright?” Ainsley said a bit awkwardly. She handed her phone over to her.

“I may love Pierce the Veil, but I’m not about to creep on your phone to get their numbers,” Felicia laughed as she took a seat in one of the fold-out chairs that was sitting inside the garage.

“Here you go,” Ainsley said as she handed Jeric the envelope. “There’s enough to cover the fifty for my car, and then a little extra for the hospitality the other night.”

“Oh, no,” Jeric said sadly as he held onto the envelope. “Just the fifty for the car is fine…you really don’t-“

“Jeric,” Ainsley said in a stern tone. “Please take the money, it’s the least I could do after all you did for me.”

Jeric gave me a small smile and when he opened the envelope his eyes widened a bit and he smiled. “I would have given more, but it was all I could spare this week,” Ainsley said softly. She really wanted to give Jeric a hundred dollars if she could, especially after seeing those pictures that Malorie had shown her…she could only imagine what Jeric had found when he went to pick her up.

Felicia walked back up to Ainsley and handed her back her phone. “Thanks, Ains,” she said casually and went back over to the chair. She folded her legs underneath her and became engrossed in her phone once again. Ainsley assumed that she was posting the picture on instagram or something.

Ainsley said her goodbyes and headed back over to her house, this time in the luxury of her own car. It ran smoothly and she also noticed that Jeric had cleaned the inside of it really well – vaccummed the carpet out, scrubbed down the surfaces, and even placed a couple of air fresheners in the air conditioning vents. She frowned and wished that she could have given him even more money.

Once home, Ainsley decided that she needed to distract herself before she got too far into her thoughts. Ever since she had seen those pictures, she had been distant. Work was able to keep her busy and when she wasn’t at work she was sleeping or binging on wine and talking on the phone with Jaime. She was doing anything to try and get the images out of her mind, but she just couldn’t shake them. They were going to be there no matter what she did.

Cleaning seemed to be one of the best distractions for her. She opened up her Pandora app and placed her phone onto her iHome, turning it up so it would cancel out any thoughts that would pop up into her mind. She began with the dishes, rinsing all of the pots and pans by hand and then moving on to load the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher before starting it and moving on to cleaning the stovetop.

She was in the middle of scrubbing the guards that were placed over the flames of her stove when the song that was playing was interrupted with a phone call. She pulled off the rubber gloves she was wearing and ran to the phone, knowing exactly who it was.

“Babe!” Jaime nearly screamed into the phone the second Ainsley slid her finger across the screen. “One more week and I am home!”

Ainsley wanted to be jumping up and down and screaming with excitement, she really did, but her mind flashed back to the pictures. She told herself that she was confront the situation when Jaime came home, and talking about him returning home was making her nervous. “Finally,” Ainsley said softly.

“What are you doing?” Jaime asked quickly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Ainsley responded with a bit too much fake enthusiasm. “I was just scrubbing the stove so I’m really tired. Cleaning is very tiring.”

Jaime laughed at her and then sighed. “You’re so cute. I fucking miss you,” he said in a breath. “Oh! Let’s FaceTime! Accept the call!” Jaime said happily.

Her phone began to beep, indicating that Jaime was requesting her for a FaceTime chat. She accepted the chat, even though she looked sweaty and horrible from the frantic cleaning. Jaime’s face lit up on her screen and she immediately felt better. Jaime’s hair was in its natural curls from his after-show shower and she could see that he didn’t have a shirt on.

“Are you in a hotel?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “We got a hotel tonight. It’s right by a casino, too. This place is so awesome.”

“Why aren’t you down at the casino?”

Jaime shrugged. “I would much rather call you than lose all of my money.”

Ainsley took a seat on her couch and let out a loud sigh. The pictures popped back into her head and she wondered how she would tell Jaime about them. Or how she would explain herself. She didn’t even know how to explain those pictures to herself.

“Are you okay?” Jaime asked.

Ainsley nodded and tried to crack a smile but a tear decided to roll its way down her face. She quickly wiped it away. “I just miss you, is all,” she half-lied.

Jaime cracked a sad smile. “I miss you, too,” Jaime said sincerely. “One more week, babe. It’ll go by quickly.”

Jaime was right, after that night things seemed to barrel on by Ainsley’s life. Work was smooth, she was able to push her worries away and now it was the night before the morning of Jaime’s return. Ainsley’s house was completely spotless, so as soon as she got off work she was bored and left with nothing to distract herself with. She hadn’t talked to Malorie in two days and thought about calling her, but then quickly changed her mind. She knew that Mal was going to bring up the pictures and Ainsley didn’t want to talk about them. Not yet.

She collapsed onto her couch and stared at the ceiling with her phone resting on her stomach. If those pictures were leaking onto the internet, Ainsley’s reputation would be ruined immediately. Her friends would have access to those pictures. Her employer would have access to those pictures. Jaime would have access to those pictures. She sighed, knowing that if Bret was really as famous in the photography industry as he was, he would get those pictures on his website. Ainsley knew better than to let that happen though.

Wouldn’t Ainsley have to sign some sort of release papers or something to allow him to distribute her images? She tried to keep that in the back of her mind in case the day ever came that those pictures went public. Or what if they already were public? How did Parker get a hold of them?

She heard her door open and immediately shot up, afraid that somebody was breaking into her house. She heard a silent click as the door shut behind whoever was entering and then a loud thump, followed by a whispered curse word. Ainsley knew that voice.

She ran toward the door without flicking any of the lights on and launched her body toward the person who had just entered. He caught her, wrapped his arms around her middle as her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs latched onto his waist.

“Jaime!” Ainsley cried out. Tears began to pour down her face and she began to kiss his face all over, her tears falling from her cheeks and making their way to Jaime shirt as she continued to hold onto him. “You’re home early,” she sobbed and held onto him tighter.

Jaime laughed a bit and kissed the side of her head as she continued to cry to into his shoulder. Ainsley wasn’t just crying because she was happy to see Jaime, but she was also terrified of her inevitable conversation about the pictures.

“I’m actually right on time. I just told you I was coming home tomorrow so I could surprise you, baby,” Jaime chuckled. “I take it you were surprised?”

“I thought I was getting robbed,” Ainsley laughed through her tears. Jaime looked into Ainsley’s tear-stained eyes and gave her a smile before gently placing his lips against hers. The kiss sent sparks flying through Ainsley’s veins – her entire body was numb from his kiss. His lips made her weak and his embrace sent chills all along her body. She missed him a lot more than she thought she would have.

The kiss became heated in a matter of seconds – their lips were moving roughly and her hands already found their way to his hair, pulling on the curls and tangles that he must have gotten from the headrest of the plane’s seat. Ainsley pulled away and began to suck on his neck. Her lips found a spot that made him weak and he let out a groan as his knees turned to jelly and he backed up so he could use the wall as support.

“Bedroom,” Jaime said to himself. He carried Ainsley down the hallway and they collapsed onto her bed, their bodies tangled and their breathing heavy. They stopped kissing and just stared at each other for a long time. Looking over every feature of each other’s faces – savoring the moment. It was as if she had never seen him in person before, it was as if she had never realized how truly beautiful his dimples were. Or the way his cheek bones would go high-up on his face when he smiled.

The sexual moment was gone as the two of them grew extremely sleepy. “It’s only five…” Ainsley murmured as her eyes grew heavier. “It’s too early to sleep.”

“Just…just a nap,” Jaime said, his words interrupted by a yawn. “I’m exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Why not?” Ainsley asked. She knew that sleeping in the bunks wasn’t the most ideal situation for sleeping arrangements, especially after a physically draining show, but most of the nights in South America, they had gotten a hotel room with a big bed to accommodate their lack of sleep.

Jaime wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against his body. “I’ve gotten used to sleeping with you by my side,” he said honestly. “Or in my arms.”

Ainsley noticed the slight blush growing on his cheeks as he admitted this. She knew that he wasn’t trying to be overly cute or romantic – he was just stating the truth.

“Okay, maybe just a quick nap,” Ainsley giggled. She sat up to remove her pants and bra so she could sleep more comfortably. She laid back down and the two of them slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

-

Ainsley woke up a few hours later with Jaime’s arms right where they belonged – securely wrapped around her waist. Their legs were tangled together and their bodies were stuck with sweat. It was comfortable though – it felt right. Having Jaime back from tour was already so surreal. Their relationship had survived his first tour. And although it was a small one, it was still time apart when their feelings were still so new.

Jaime stirred from beside me and she felt him place a kiss against her temple. Ainsley smiled widely and he turned her around in his arms so she was facing him. She placed my lips to his without any hesitation. She didn’t care that he tasted like sleep, and that she probably tasted just the same – Ainsley just needed to feel his lips to make sure he was really there.

“Hey,” Jaime’s voice croaked. It was much deeper than usual and slightly raspy. It turned Ainsley on instantly. He let out a groan and stretched his legs out a bit. “Man, it feels good to have you back in my arms.”

The more he spoke, the more her body heat began to rise. Usually something like this wouldn’t turn her on so much – it was just the sound of his sleepy voice that was making her neck burn and her heart pulse with desire. It really had been too long since she had been able to have Jaime in her bed.

He noticed her breathing and the way her body was warming up. He gave her a curious look paired with a knowing smile before she decided that she needed to get what she wanted, and she needed it now.

Ainsley pushed him over so he was lying on his back and immediately straddled him, sitting up straight. She pulled her shirt off of her body so she was wearing nothing but a pair of boyshort underwear. She bent down and immediately attacked his lips with a kiss, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth. He was a bit surprised by her actions, but of course went along with it. She pulled away and began to bite and suck on his neck while trailing her nails up and down his bare chest.

“Play with my chest,” Ainsley demanded as she bit on his earlobe.

Jaime’s hands met her breasts and he squeezed them roughly. He pinched at her nipples and ran his fingers all along her skin. Ainsley groaned a bit as she gently began to grind against his slight erection that was constrained beneath his boxers. She lined herself up with his outline, rubbing her slit along it through the fabric of their undergarments. The friction added to the growing pleasure, and Ainsley could feel Jaime responding more and more with every roll of her hips.

Ainsley stopped her movements and removed herself from Jaime. “Go get the vibrator,” she demanded. Her new found confidence in the bedroom was surprising her. After Jaime had started to open her up in the bedroom and then just left, Ainsley’s expectations of sexual release had become a much more frequent desire, and by having Jaime back from being gone for so long, she knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it – so she was going to make sure she got it. She could see it in Jaime’s eyes that he loved this side of her. It was new and exciting, and at the sound of her voice he was already scurrying out of the bed and heading into the bathroom to wear Ainsley had shoved the vibrator that Mike had gotten her under the sink.

Jaime dug it out, opened the package quickly and made sure to wash it off in the sink before heading back into the bedroom. He crawled over to Ainsley on his knees, holding the pink vibrator in his right hand. “Take off my underwear,” she demanded as she pushed herself into the blankets and pillows a bit more.

Jaime set the vibrator down on the bed beside him and reached his hands down. As soon as his hands hit the elastic of her boyshorts, she swatted his hands away. “With your teeth,” she said in a low, sexy voice. Jaime licked his lips and roughly pushed her bent knees apart, spreading her legs open. He kissed down her right leg, starting from the knee, down to her inner thighs, and eventually down to the top of her underwear. He kissed around the area a bit and ran his tongue along her skin.

He placed his hands underneath her body and gently pulled her hips up and grabbed onto the top of her boyshorts from behind. Jaime bared his teeth, and took hold of her underwear, making it a point to graze his teeth along her bare skin as he got a grip on the fabric. He pulled them down, allowing his nose to brush up against her newly exposed skin as he removed the clothing.

Jaime stopped once the underwear got to her knees and dropped her bottom. Her butt hit back down on the mattress, causing her breasts to jiggle at the movement. Ainsley gasped as Jaime’s hands suddenly latched around her ankles and pulled her legs straight up in the air. He had to sit up on his knees to hold them up. He let go of her legs and Ainsley supported them herself as Jaime took hold of the underwear that were bunched around her knees. He pulled them off of her legs, the elastic making a slight snapping sound as he quickly ripped them off of her ankles.

Ainsley kept her legs straight, but pulled them away from each other, spreading her legs open wide, slowly, as Jaime looked over her body. Jaime’s hands immediately gripped onto the meat of her inner thighs and he slightly massaged them as he stared over her body. He studied the slight definition in her stomach, the way her hip bones were so perfectly defined as her stomach dipped in just a bit because she was lying flat on her back.

“Take off your boxers,” Ainsley demanded. Jaime did as he was told and quickly pulled them off and threw them down on the floor somewhere.

Ainsley reached one hand over and grabbed onto the vibrator. She brought it up in front of her face and studied the object. She locked eyes with Jaime before she slowly slipped the vibrator into her mouth and sucked on it. Jaime groaned at her actions and Ainsley could see him growing harder and harder as the seconds passed. She pulled the object from her mouth and twisted the white knob at the end, making the pink object hum as she turned on the vibration. She slowly traced it down her body, starting from her cleavage and slowly down to her bellybutton. She paused for a moment before going and further.

She pushed the tip of it over her clit, making her let out a small moan almost immediately. Jaime watched her through hooded eyes as he gnawed on his bottom lip. She slowly rubbed herself just a bit, barely applying any pressure – teasing herself in front of Jaime’s sexy, burning gaze. She finally pushed the object down and slipped it inside of herself, causing Jaime to groan loudly. He took hold of himself, no longer able to stand watching her play with herself without him doing the same. He gripped himself loosely and stared at Ainsley, awaiting her approval. She bit her lip gently and began to move the object around herself. Jaime took this as an okay and gently began to stroke himself.

Ainsley was moaning more from the sight in front of her instead of the pink member she was holding between her legs. This whole scenario was new to her – masturbation was such a personally intimate thing, and doing it front of another person was exhilarating. Ainsley felt embarrassed, but in a good way. The embarrassment and anxiety added to the heat of her body and the tension between her legs.

Jaime had a steady pace going as he watched Ainsley. She pulled the vibrator out of her and rubbed it back around her center, moaning and whimpering at the vibrations. “Take over,” Ainsley instructed.

Jaime released himself and reached out to take the vibrator from her hands. He pushed it around her clit, applying pressure and then gently releasing it. Ainsley was burning from the temptation. She couldn’t stand not feeling Jaime against her – inside of her.

Jaime almost instantly read her mind and thrust himself into her roughly. Ainsley let out a scream as he hit her g-spot and kept the vibrator up against her center. He pulled out and continued this motion for a while. He slowed down and decided to focus on the vibrator a bit more as he slowly thrust in and out of her. He turned the power up on it and pushed down harder. Ainsley’s hands reached down and grabbed onto Jaime’s wrist as he kept the pink member in place. He pulled himself out of her and removed the vibrator abruptly, causing Ainsley to squirm and whimper at the sudden loss of pleasure.

He pushed the vibrator inside of her and ducked his head down, placing his tongue over where the vibrator was previously stimulating.

He thrust the object in and out of her as he sucked on her center and licked all around her most sensitive areas.

“Fuck, Jaime,” Ainsley moaned. “More, more, more,” she panted.

Jaime continued what he was doing, but started to shove the vibrator in and out faster, going deeper inside of her. She began to moan out more regularly and he could see that she was close by the way she was squirming. Jaime smoothly removed his mouth and replaced the vibrator with himself, ramming into her fast and hard. Ainsley reached down and took hold of the toy, pressing it against herself so Jaime could hold on to her hips as he hit his against hers.

He continued to ram her g-spot dead on, and Ainsley could feel her stomach tightening in an intense pleasure. She added her own motions to the vibrator, doubling her stimulation as Jaime was moaning from above her.

Ainsley orgasm was just about to hit. “Pull out, pull out,” she said in a breathless groan. Jaime finished his final thrust, sending Ainsley into a loud fit of screams as she kept the vibrator in place while she orgasmed. Jaime pulled out of her as liquid came out of her, soaking the sheets beneath them. Jaime moaned loudly at the sight.

Ainsley pulled the vibrator away and turned it off, tossing it somewhere on the bed beside them. She only wanted Jaime now. She reached up and grabbed his arms, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him roughly. Jaime pushed himself back into her as their tongues wrestled.

Jaime’s body moved instinctually – fast and hard. The headboard of Ainsley’s bed was noisily hitting the wall it was up against and letting out slight creaks. The combination of the creaks and the sounds of Ainsley’s moans encouraged Jaime to go even harder.

He pushed himself harder as Ainsley wrapped her limbs around his body and screamed out his name. She tightened around him as her second orgasm hit quickly, and that sent Jaime over the edge. He came inside of her and screamed out her name while continuing to move his hips just a bit. He pulled out of her and watched as her core pulsed and his semen slowly dripped out of her.

He collapsed on the bed beside her, each of them panting loudly. “That was like some fucking hot porno sex right there,” Jaime laughed.

Ainsley blushed, her shyness creeping back up on her. Ainsley turned on her side and looked at Jaime’s face as he stared up at the ceiling. She reached up and wiped at his forehead, moving his drenched hair away from his face. His hair was no longer straight in any way, rather curled from the sweat that was still seeping from his pores.

In that moment she wished that she had a set of words to let him know how much he meant to her. She knew that she wasn’t yet in love with Jaime, and that would be far too soon in the relationship to say that regardless, but she did now that she cared for him deeply. She wished there were three words that were a bit less serious as I love you so she could say those words to him.

“I like you,” she said softly. It sounded ridiculous coming from her mouth, since – clearly – she liked him.

“I like you, too,” Jaime said with a slight laugh. He knew exactly what Ainsley was saying in those three words, and he was really glad that she had said them.

Ainsley suddenly felt disgusted with herself as those damned pictures made her way back into her head. “I’m going to shower,” she said softly. Jaime nodded and his eyes began to flutter shut again, already slipping into a deep sleep to catch up on his restless nights while on tour.

Ainsley rinsed herself thoroughly and cursed to herself under her breath for allowing Jaime to finish inside of her – she made a mental note to get on birth control so this could stop happening. It was too risky, and although she was able to take the Plan B pills, she didn’t like relying on it.

She stepped out of the shower and saw Jaime fully dressed and talking on the phone. He was pacing around the room, digging through Ainsley’s drawers and pulling out clothes for her to wear.

“Shh…it’s okay,” he said into the phone. “Where are you? We’ll pick you up.”

Ainsley immediately began to get dressed and brushed out her hair before tossing it up into a bun. She slipped on her shoes and waited for Jaime to finish the conversation and tell her where they were going. She began to panic. Who was it that called? She looked closely and saw that it was her phone, and not his. Could it be Malorie?

He hung up. “That was Felicia,” Jaime said with furrowed eyebrows. “Your phone kept ringing so I answered it for you. She’s at some party and needs us to pick her up. She didn’t sound too good.”

Ainsley’s phone vibrated from his hands. “It’s the address,” Jaime said. He handed Ainsley the phone and told her to open up the navigation system and he would drive them there.

They arrived at a house that looked to be on the sketchier side of town. There wasn’t loud music blaring or a ton of people – instead it was quiet and seemed to be in a seemingly peaceful neighborhood. They pulled up in front of the house and Ainsley began to call Felicia to tell her that they were out front. Before anyone could answer, Jaime jumped out of the car when he saw two guys carrying a delirious Felicia toward the car.

“Are you Jaime?” one guy asked.

“Yeah, who the fuck are you?” he spat. Ainsley was a bit taken aback from his words. He was being very protective over Felicia even though he hardly knew her.

“Woah, man, relax. She told me Jaime was picking her up so I was just making sure,” the man said. He looked to be much older than Felicia – probably closer to his twenties than to Felicia’s young age of fifteen.

Jaime opened the back door and the three of them buckled Felicia into the backseat. She was conscious, but just barely. Her dark hair was matted and sticking to the sides of her face. She looked pale and sick – she was definitely on some kinds of drugs.

“I’ll drive home,” Ainsley said as she climbed over the center console. “You sit in the back with her. She doesn’t look too good.”

“She’s definitely high on something,” Jaime said. He twisted her arms over and groaned when he saw the bruises sitting in the hinge of her arm, her veins enflamed and more prominent than usual. “She was shooting up.”

Ainsley’s heart sank. She hardly knew Felicia, and she seemed like such a nice girl who did as she was told. Why was she doing this? And wasn’t she supposed to be staying at her father’s house for the week? Why did he let her out?

She decided to bring Felicia straight over to her house and set her up in the guest bedroom. All that was in there was an old futon, she it would be more than enough – just as long as they could make sure that Felicia was alright.

Jaime brought her into the bathroom and washed her face off, coloring immediately coming back to her face at the contact of the cool water. He changed her into some of Ainsley’s clothes and tied her hair up for her while Ainsley got the bedroom together. She put sheets on the bed and brought in a thin blanket and a thicker comforter to accommodate whatever temperature her body was at. Jaime carried her into the room and laid her down while Ainsley fetched some water and a trash can, just in case she felt the need to vomit.

“Felicia, babe,” Ainsley said softly as she pet the fly-aways down on her head. “Drink some water.”

“Ainsley?” Felicia croaked out. Her eyes were searching the room.

“I’m right here,” she said softly. Ainsley felt like a mother tending to her sick child.

Felicia’s eyes finally landed on Ainsley’s face and she relaxed a bit. “Water,” she agreed. Ainsley helped her sit up and gave her some water. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered after gulping the water down.

“It’s okay, just try to relax. We’ll take care of you,” Ainsley said. Jaime was sitting near Felicia’s feet, just making sure everything was okay.

“Nobody understands,” Felicia said as she began to cry. “He’s going to leave me just like Mom.”

Ainsley froze. Could she be talking about Jeric? What was going on?

“Honey, what are you talking about?”

Felicia was sobbing loudly. Her body shaking both from her slight fever and her crying. “It’s bad again,” she managed to say. “He’s going to try again. That’s why he’s trying to spend time with me. But it’s also why he doesn’t want me.”

This time, it was Jaime who spoke up. “Try what again?”

“To be with mom.” She took in a deep breath. She was beginning to sober up now. “That’s why I live with Auntie. That’s why he’s trying to act all friendly with me. It’s our final goodbyes.”

Ainsley stood up quickly and picked up her cell phone to call Jeric, but Jaime stopped her. “Maybe we should wait until the morning,” he suggested as he looked over at the crying Felicia. She screamed into her pillow as she gasped for air and Ainsley agreed. Calling Jeric at this hour with his high, blubbering fifteen year old daughter probably wasn’t the best idea. She would call him first thing in the morning before taking her home.

Something was telling Ainsley that she should call anyway. That calling in the morning would be too late.

“Can I just be alone?” Felicia croaked. “I’m embarrassed.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Jaime said as he gently touched her leg. “But if you really want to be alone, we’ll leave you to sleep.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I just want to try and sleep.”

“We’ll keep our bedroom door open for you if you need us,” Jaime said as he stood up. Ainsley’s heart jumped at the way he said our bedroom door.

They left the door to the guest bedroom cracked just a bit and, just like Jaime said, they left their bedroom door open all the way in case she needed anything. Jaime took his pants off and pulled on some basketball shorts from his drawer in Ainsley’s dresser while Ainsley slipped into some cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt.

As they snuggled up in the bed together, Ainsley’s mind began to bombard her with everything that was going on. Felicia was in the guest bedroom, high on some drugs and crying her eyes out. Something was going on with Jeric and his daughter was afraid that he was going to take his life. And then those stupid pictures were still taunting her in the back of her mind.

Which issue was she supposed to address first?

“Stop thinking and go to sleep, babe,” Jaime said softly.

Ainsley had almost forgotten that Jaime was with her. She had gotten used to falling asleep alone while he was gone and now that he was here, she was going to take full advantage of that. She crawled into his arms and turned over so he spooning her – his arms wrapped firmly around her middle as his head rested just behind the back of her neck. He gave her a few innocent kisses as he tightened his grip on her.

She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep, but her thoughts were screaming in her head, preventing her from doing so. She heard Jaime’s breathing change and she knew that he had fallen asleep rather quickly – he was probably still exhausted from his flight and from their touring.

She needed to say something about those pictures before Jaime found them somehow. She couldn’t risk him seeing those dreadful things. Jaime knew exactly who Bret was – he had seen him around a couple of parties that Ainsley had brought him to and she knew that Jaime would not be happy to see his face in those pictures.

But she had a feeling that the next day wasn’t going to be the day to tell him, especially not with the new problem that was sleeping in the guest bedroom of her house.

Notes

Sorry it took a while. :p
Jaime's back! Yay! (Please excuse the kinky sex scene I was having a moment)
So I decided to leave you hanging on the pictures just a bit longer.
And I told you Felicia was going to be important.
So what's up with Felicia? What's wrong with Jeric?
And what is Ainsley going to say to Jaime about these pictures?

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