“Do you ever check your instagram?” Malorie asked. “He posted another picture of you guys. The fans are going to think you’re his girlfriend, Ains.”

“Oh my god,” Ainsley rolled her eyes as she gently swirled the red wine that was in her glass. She kicked her shoes off before taking a seat on her couch and folding her legs underneath her body. “I don’t use instagram, I told you already.”

“I love how you completely ignore the part about people thinking you’re his girlfriend,” Mal laughed. “Seriously. It’s almost been a week now. Aren’t you guys going to make it official? You already know you like each other.”

Ainsley sighed as she put Malorie on speaker phone and decided to open up her instagram app to see what Jaime had been posting. “Just relax, Mal. We haven’t even talked about that. Plus, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want a girlfriend just yet. And we still hardly know each other.”

“They go on tour in a week; I think you should try to figure it out before then.”

Ainsley pouted when Malorie mentioned their tour. In a little over a week the boys would be headed out to South America until the middle of July. Ainsley was used to the boys constantly touring, but now that she and Jaime were, well, whatever they were, things would be different. She was sure that she would miss him, but she was also worried about him missing her. This entire thing started because Jaime wanted sex, so if he was able to get sex from someone else, would he?

Ainsley looked at Jaime’s instagram and saw three pictures of them together. The first one was of them at Disneyland; the second one was of Ainsley as she was making coffee in Jaime’s kitchen. Vic had taped a sign to her back that said ‘LOSER’ and was kneeling down behind her and pointing up at the sign with a large grin. She laughed as she remembered the morning after she had spent the night at Jaime’s and how Vic had snuck the sign onto her back. She didn’t even know about it until she went to change her clothes.

The last picture of them, and also the most recent picture he had posted, was of Jaime and Ainsley sitting in the car together while they sat in traffic. It was taken while Jaime was bringing Ainsley back home. Ainsley was holding up a middle finger while Jaime made an angry face at the camera. Stitched beside the picture of them together was a picture of the cars backed up in front of them.

“Aw,” Ainsley said a bit as she read the caption.

This traffic is an excuse to spend more time with the lovely @ainsakin :)

“You looked at his instagram didn’t you?” Malorie laughed.

“I did,” Ainsley admitted.

“You should post one of you guys together! The one you sent me of Jaime towel-drying his hair with his shirt off. Oh my god, the fans would freak out.”

“No,” Ainsley pouted. “I think that’d be crossing the line. He doesn’t even know that picture exists. Plus, I don’t want to be one of those girls. “

“You mean Welly, right?” Malorie laughed.

Ainsley let out a laugh. “She’s a nice girl, and Vic seems to like her. But she posts about them way too much. Like, we get it, you and Vic are dating. Relax.”

Malorie let out a long laugh. “Just post one, please. You never post anything. It doesn’t even have to be of you and Jaime. Post one of me and you. The one where you have food in your mouth and I’m taking a drink of a beer! I love that picture.”

Ainsley took a drink of her wine and laughed as she took the phone off of speaking. “I’ll think about it,” she laughed.

“Oh whatever,” Malorie laughed. Ainsley could hear Casey’s voice in the background. “Ugh, I have to go. I woke up Casey.”

“Uh oh,” Ainsley teased. “Hopefully you don’t get grounded again.”

“Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a spanking,” Malorie called out loudly so Casey could hear. Casey mumbled something in response and Malorie laughed at whatever he said.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Ainsley shook her head and finished off the rest of her wine.

“Talk to Jaime, okay? You need to. And post that picture of us!” Malorie said quickly. “Okay, love you!” Malorie made a kissing noise into the phone.

Ainsley said goodbye and they hung up the phone. She held her phone in her hands and thought about what Malorie had said. She did need to talk to Jaime before he left for tour – they needed to sort out their feelings. They obviously were interested in each other, but was it enough to start a relationship? Did they even know each other well enough to start a relationship?

Ainsley decided to listen to the other thing Malorie said to get her mind off of Jaime. She opened up instagram and posted the picture of her and Malorie from before she had moved.

What do you mean we’re not related?

Ainsley laughed at the caption she put and stared at their unattractive faces. She tapped post and watched as the notifications came swarming in. Likes continued to pop up and a few comments every now and then. Most of the comments were the same: ‘Are you Jaime’s girlfriend?’ And ‘Aw you’re so pretty.’

There was a knock on Ainsley’s door. She didn’t know anyone in her neighborhood, and she didn’t really have any friends in town, so who would be knocking on her door? Especially when it was close to midnight. She set down her wine glass in the sink on her way to the door. She kept her phone clutched tightly in her left hand as she approached the door. She looked out the peep-hole.

She opened the door quickly. “Jaime? What are you doing here?”

Jaime walked right up to Ainsley and placed a firm kiss on her lips while his hands cupped her face. He pulled away and walked into her house without a word.

“Himes, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I just really needed to see you,” he said as he slowly paced the apartment. “I’ve got to pee,” he said suddenly as he exited the room.

“Okay,” Ainsley said, confused. She immediately sent a text to Mal to tell her what was going on.

That’s weird. That doesn’t sound like something Jaime would do.

Ainsley nodded at Mal’s reply as if she could see her. She closed out of the message and set her phone down on the couch next to her. Jaime walked into the living room and began to pace the room just a bit while Ainsley watched him. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Jaime began to speak.

“You know, we should just be in a relationship. I mean, I know we both said that we didn’t have time for one, but since I’m touring a lot and you’re working a lot, we don’t need to worry about all that time you would normally put into a relationship. It makes perfect sense. So fuck it, you’re my girlfriend.”

Ainsley couldn’t help but smile at his nervous rant. “Don’t I get any say in it?” she asked with a smile.

“No, I’ve pretty much already made up your mind for you,” he explained.

“Oh, okay.” Ainsley nodded. She couldn’t help but bite back a smile. “Any other things you’ve decided for me?”

Jaime nodded with a smile. “Yeah, actually. I get a drawer in your dresser so I can keep clothes here. I’m going to hold your hand all the time. We’re going to tell the rest of the guys about us. I’m going to post pictures of us kissing on instagram. You’re going to bake me cakes on my birthdays. You’re going to leave a spare toothbrush at my house, right next to mine. I'm going to buy you a ton of shit and spoil the fuck out of you. I'm going to eventually introduce you to my parents. And...and I'm going to make love to you every chance I fucking get."

As Jaime finished his last sentence he quickly walked across the room and pushed himself onto Ainsley's body and attached his lips to hers. He pushed her back so she was lying down on the couch with him laying on top of her. He continued to kiss her and Ainsley could feel that hot, burning passion taking her over just like that night in the jacuzzi. His fingertips trailed down her arms and left goose bumps behind.

"Is tonight a night where we make love?" Ainsley asked when Jaime pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.

He searched her eyes for a moment and Ainsley just laid there, staring right back into his. She felt her stomach fluttering as a smile crept onto Jaime's face and he kissed her forehead. "You're fucking beautiful," he murmured with his lips against her forehead. "But tonight I want to just talk to you."

"Okay," she said with a shaky breath. Jaime adjusted himself so he was lying beside her on the couch. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer to him.

"Will you tell me about your parents?" he asked softly.

Ainsley closed her eyes tightly and sighed. It wasn't something that she really kept a secret or anything, it was just something that was difficult for her to remember. "My mom's name was Kara. Dad's name was Dan. They were in love for a long time, but their relationship turned to shit after my younger brother, Evan, was kidnapped when he was six. I was fourteen at the time. Evan's body wasn't found for three years. After that, my father drank himself to death. My mom responded to his death by saving everything that reminded her of what her life used to be like. She was a full blown hoarder. After battling her depression she um...eventually took her own life."

"What did you do during all this?" Jaime asked softly.

"I watched it all happen. I tried to make it better sometimes, but most of the time I was just trying to convince myself that my life was normal and that I was a normal teenage kid," Ainsley laughed a bit. "I spent most of my time with Malorie. She kept me sane."

Jaime nodded and placed a kiss to the side of Ainsley's head. Soon after that, Ainsley changed the subject and they instantly began to talk about their favorite movies, pet peeves, and anything else that came up.

Ainsley's phone began to ring and Jaime groaned, knowing it was Malorie who was calling.

"Hello?" Ainsley asked.

"I'm surprised you're awake this early," Malorie laughed. "Don't you have work at ten?"

Ainsley furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? What time is it?"

"It's like six in the morning, Ains," Mal chuckled. "Oh my god did you even sleep?"

Ainsley looked over to Jaime who had just pieced together the information himself. They had stayed up all night talking and just lying on the couch. Five hours of just talking and really learning about each other.

"No, but I have something to tell you," Ainsley smiled me bit her lip as she looked to Jaime. He gave her an eager nod, telling her to continue. "It has to do with Jaime..."

"Fuck. You're pregnant!" Malorie said. "Shit, Ains, I fucking told you-"

"No!" Ainsley blushed vigorously as Jaime let out a laugh beside her. "No I'm not fucking pregnant you idiot."

"Then, what? And what the heck happened last night when he came over? Why did you stay up all night? There's no way you were boning all night long."

Jaime laughed and craned his neck down so he could gently kiss the crook of Ainsley's neck. The gesture was sweet and comforting until he bared his teeth and grazed them across her collar bone. Ainsley had come to the conclusion that he liked to get her aroused while she was on the phone. She could feel the amusement in the smile that was pressed up against her skin as he continued to trace his tongue around her neck and shoulder - gently kissing and nibbling in certain areas.

"I uh..." Ainsley's voice shook just a bit, causing Jaime to smile even wider. She cleared her throat and began again. "Jaime came over and decided that I'm his girlfriend. Apparently I have no say in it. Send help, I'm being held against my will."

Malorie laughed loudly on the other line. "Oh shut up, you know you want it just as much as he does. I fucking told you so! Did I not call this back when this all started? I'm a psychic-genius."

Jaime laughed when he heard Malorie's response. He had somehow adjusted himself so he was hovering over Ainsley. His hands were placed on either side of her head to prop his body up. He dipped his head down and kissed her lips quietly before trailing kisses straight down her body until he reached her cleavage. He kissed right at the top of shirt and looked up at her, begging her to get off the phone.

"Okay, Mal, whatever you say," Ainsley chuckled. "I'm going to go now. Have a good day at work."

"Yeah, you too. Drink a lot of coffee and call me when you're off and tell me everything in extreme detail."

"Will do," Ainsley laughed. "Bye."

She ended the call and tossed her phone onto the carpet so it was away from them and could no longer be a distraction. Ainsley reached for Jaime's face and pulled him into a loud, hungry kiss. Their lips smacked together fiercely as his hands worked on unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands pulled on his shirt until it was bunched up by his shoulders. He broke apart from the kiss so Ainsley could completely remove it.

Jaime pulled her shirt from her body and tossed it to the floor before using his lips to caress every inch of exposed skin. He traced his tongue around her belly button and then gently kissed just above her pant line. He kept mumbling sweet comments, but Ainsley couldn't focus on his words as his fingers had found their way inside her pants as he used his wrists to teasingly pull down her pants as underwear very slowly. Ainsley squirmed under his touch and tried to reach up to touch him, but he pulled away.

“No touching,” he said as he lowered his body so he could place kissed along her thighs.

“I want to…I want to make you feel good,” Ainsley said softly. The words felt weird coming from her mouth, but they were true. She was surprised at how brave she had become in the bedroom since she had been with Jaime. It really came down to the fact that she was comfortable with him. She didn’t know what it was, but something about him immediately made her feel accepted and confident. Even though things were awkward between them at first, she still felt like she was sexy and he made her feel beautiful and wanted. He made her feel less alone.

“You do,” Jaime said. “Sit up,” he instructed. He stood up from the couch as Ainsley listened to what he said. She sat down on the couch in a normal sitting position and watched Jaime as he got down on his knees in front of her.

He pulled her hips toward the edge of the couch and Ainsley knew exactly what was going to happen. “Fuck,” she groaned a bit as Jaime forcefully jerked open her legs. She squirmed a bit and tense up as Jaime began to kiss up her inner thigh.

When he got closer to her center, Ainsley let out a nervous breath and squirmed a bit more.

“Relax,” Jaime said softly. “Let yourself go.”

Ainsley nodded and tried her best to relax her body as Jaime’s mouth found its way to her center. Her back arched at the feeling of his tongue running along her most sensitive parts and she let out a loud moan. She had never had this done to her, and although she and Jaime had had sex a countless amount of times now, and he had touched her and fingered her, never had he done this. It was an entirely new feeling to her, and just like Jaime said, she relaxed, and that made it feel even better.

She disobeyed Jaime’s ‘no touching’ rule and tangled her fingers in his hair – tugging and pulling and twisting and pushing him, encouraging him. Her moans were becoming more and more high-pitched as Jaime’s mouth continued to bring her pleasure. He gently grazed his teeth over her and she let out a loud scream. He began moving his lips and tongue faster – sucking hard and occasionally blowing cool air onto her.

“Jaime, fuck, that’s amazing,” she said between breaths. She could feel his lips curl into a smile and it hit her all too quickly. Her relaxed body tightened and Jaime gently bit down and pressed his tongue to her at the same time. She released herself and let out a scream and tangled her hands into his hair and squeezed roughly. Jaime let out a moan at the feeling of her pulling his hair. The feeling of him moaning against her gave her an intense feeling in her stomach, and she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

-

Ainsley held her phone to her ear tightly as she closed up the bakery. Malorie was on the other line chatting away about something that had happened at work that day, but Ainsley could hardly listen.

“Mal?” Ainsley asked, cutting her off.

“Uh…yeah?” Malorie asked, confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…I wanted to ask you something…personal.”

Malorie was silent for a moment on the other line. “Why are you acting so weird? Just ask me.”

“Well, about sex.”

“…okay…?” Malorie was beyond confused. Malorie and Ainsley were completely open with each other about everything, especially sex. They told each other everything – they were best friends, sisters even.

“Have you umm…have you ever…” Ainsley choked over her words. She couldn’t seem to spit out what she wanted to ask her. It was embarrassing, an extremely personal.

“Oh my god, spit it out!”

“Squirt!” Ainsley screamed awkwardly. “God, that word is disgusting.”

Malorie began to laugh hysterically on the other line. “Yes, I have. Not all the time, but I have.”

“Oh…” Ainsley said slowly.

“Wait…have you?” Malorie asked. “Why are you asking me about this?”

Ainsley got into her car and turned it on, but didn’t go anywhere so she could finish her conversation with Malorie since Jaime was still at her house. He decided to just stay there to sleep all day while she was at work.

“Well, not until this morning,” Ainsley asked. “It’s so embarrassing!” Ainsley buried her face in her hands as she remembered back to the morning before work. Jaime had gone down on her, and as a result she ended up…well, having the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

“Did Jaime say anything about it? What did he do to make it happen?”

Ainsley sighed and laughed a bit. Of course Mal would want to know everything. “Well, he…ate me out. It was the first time anyone has ever done that to me, and I’ve told you how I’m not very bold and comfortable in the bedroom, but I let him do it. It was hot, Mal. He said it was all about me and that he wanted to make me relax, and so I relaxed and then he went done and oh god, wow. And he had this ‘no touching’ him rule and, fuck, it was awesome. But then I just…I don’t know. He made me squirt, and I felt so weird about it. Like, that’s never happened and I didn’t know what to do. It was messy and weird. And embarrassing.”

“It’s messy, yes. But dang, who knew Jaime was adventurous in the sack, huh? He always struck me as a traditional kind of guy, you know?” Malorie laughed.

Ainsley let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, no, not traditional. Very adventurous.”

“Well, why were you embarrassed? Did he say something about it?” Malorie asked. “Casey loves it when he makes me squirt. It’s like a compliment because they know it doesn’t usually happen all the time. Well, most girls don’t squirt every time. I don’t, so it really turns Casey on when I do. Makes him feel like a man or something, I don’t know.”

“He didn’t really say much about it. He just said ‘oh my fucking god’ and then fucked me really hard. Harder than ever.” Ainsley blushed as she spoke. “He made…he made it happen again. But it was less noticeable because he was still, like, in me.”

“Hold up – twice? He made you squirt twice in one go? And the first time was only with his mouth? No fingers? Just mouth?”

Ainsley groaned. “I hate that word! But yes! Twice. And yes, just his mouth.”

“Maybe he can give Casey some tips, shit,” Malorie laughed a bit. “But don’t be embarrassed. Maybe you should say something to Jaime about it. See what he says. I’m sure he’ll put your mind at ease about it. But seriously, don’t trip about it.”

Ainsley sighed and they said their goodbyes. The whole drive home Ainsley was almost dreading seeing Jaime again, but mostly because she was so embarrassed. She didn’t know why, she just felt weird about what had happened. Jaime has probably seen it happen before, rather made it happen before, but she still couldn’t help but feel indifferent about the situation. It was such an intimate moment – something she had never shared with anyone before.

When Ainsley pushed open the front door she took in a deep breath. “Mmm. What smells so good?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was spotless, the oven was off, and nothing was cooking.

“Jaime?” she called through the house.

“Backyard!” he called back.

Ainsley kicked off her shoes, set down her purse and stepped through the sliding glass door. She had a gorgeous backyard, but didn’t know what to do with it. When she stepped out she noticed that Jaime had mowed the lawn for her, set up a string of outdoor lights over the patio. She looked around the yard to see that Jaime had purchased some tiki-torches and set them up around the yard.

“Ta-da!” he said softly as he held out his arms. She looked to see that he had also bought her a small patio set – a brown table with mosaic stones complete with four chairs. On the table was two plates, each complete with a delicious-looking meal: chicken, a baked potato, steamed vegetables and a small bowl of Caesar salad on the side. A bottle of wine sat beside two glasses, and in the center of the table was a simple bouquet with a variety of wild-flowers that looked to have picked by hand.

“Jaime,” Ainsley gushed and walked up to the table. She gently felt the texture of the tiles and took in a deep breath. The food smelled delicious and her stomach was already growling. “You really didn’t have to do this.”

Jaime walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “Of course I did,” Jaime laughed a bit before leaning down and kissing her lips gently. “I told you that I was going to spoil the fuck out of you.”

Ainsley’s stomach erupted into a fit of butterflies as she remembered that she was now Jaime’s girlfriend. She had a boyfriend now. And she couldn’t be happier. Jaime was amazing, and even though she had agreed to be his girlfriend (although Jaime kind of just told her she was his girlfriend) without knowing much about him, talking to Jaime all night had given her quite the reassurance she needed. She wanted to know everything about Jaime, and after talking to him for five hours straight, she felt like she knew him really well, and she did have to admit that they had some sort of crazy connection – chemistry. They had incredible chemistry.

“Wow,” Ainsley smiled, “this is fantastic, Jaime.” She pulled her fork up to her mouth for another bite of the chicken. She had never had a meal as fantastic as this. And Jaime had cooked it all himself. She was in awe at his talents – both in the kitchen and in the bedroom. Ainsley laughed to herself at her thought and quickly took a drink of her wine. She wanted to talk to Jaime about earlier that morning, but she didn’t know what to say.

“What are you giggling about over there?” Jaime asked from the other side of the table. A smile was plastered across his face as he, too, took a drink of his wine.

“Nothing,” Ainsley blushed. “Just about how talented you are. Both in the kitchen and in the bedroom.”

“Yeah?” Jaime gave her a smirk. “Don’t forget about the living room, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he references that morning, and Ainsley couldn’t help but nearly choke on wine as she tried to swallow.

Now or never, she thought to herself. “Um…about this morning…I um…” Ainsley pouted to herself. She was already sounding so stupid, and now that she was on the topic there was no turning back, even though she really didn’t know what else to say. “I’m embarrassed,” she admitted quietly as she buried her face into her hands. A smile was still on her lips and a blush was covered her face. She looked up to see Jaime staring right into her eyes with a grin on his face.

“About what?” he asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“About this morning…” Ainsley’s voice trailed off. She didn’t want to say it. She couldn’t. Not over such a lovely meal and not to Jaime.

“What about it?”

Ainsley sighed and shrugged her shoulders as she began to gently push around the vegetables on her plate. “You know…what you made me do…”

Jaime shifted in his seat a bit and set his elbows up on the table while folding his hands together and holding them up beneath his chin. He propped his chin on his linked hands and continued to watch how uncomfortable and awkward she was. “What did I make you do?” Jaime asked with a knowing grin.

“…you know…” Ainsley replied softly.

“No, I don’t.”

“Jaime,” Ainsley groaned. “This morning…on the couch…when you…went down on me…and then I…”

“You what?” Jaime pressed on further. She couldn’t see the knowing grin on his face, but she knew that he was pushing her out of her comfort zone. Part of her really wanted to play along, but her conservative nature was making her boldness. “What, Ains? Tell me. What did I make you do?”

Ainsley looked up at him as he leaned back in his chair at an angle. He rested one arm on the armrest and the other reached out to pick up his wine and slosh it around in his glass. He gave her a smirk that told her that he knew exactly what she was talking about. “Do I have to say it?” Ainsley groaned.

“Yes, tell me, what did I make you do?”

She mumbled the answer very quietly.

“What was that?” he asked with a smile.

“Squirt!” she finally said loudly. “You made me squirt, okay?”

“Was that so hard?” he asked with a smile.

Ainsley groaned. “Yes, it’s such a disgusting word.”

Jaime laughed at Ainsley as she turned her attention back her food, grumbling about how she hated the word and how he was mean for making her say it. “Wait so what are you embarrassed about? I’m confused.”

Ainsley gave him a look that told him that he should know.

“You’re embarrassed about that?” he asked with a confused grin. “Why?”

“Because that’s never happened to me before. And you made me do it twice,” she waved her fork at him and eventually dropped it down again. “Ugh! This is so weird. Talking about this is so weird!”

Jaime laughed at her embarrassment and Ainsley’s cheeks heated up even more. “It’s not weird, don’t be embarrassed. The fact that I can make you do that is quite the complement. And it’s fucking sexy.” Jaime paused for a minute to look at Ainsley as she bit her lip. “Why don’t you like talking about this stuff? I was there when it happened; you don’t need to feel awkward or embarrassed.”

“I’m not really used to it. My last boyfriend…well...I’ve always been quite conservative and reserved when it comes to sex. I was never very experienced in it until you came along. I was always shy and didn’t like talking about it. My last boyfriend didn’t like me talking about it either. He hated that I would tell Mal about things. So I guess I just learned to keep quiet about it most of the time.”

Jaime nodded slowly. “I did not know that. I’m sorry for pushing you out of your comfort zone. I just assumed that someone with as much sex appeal as you would have been more comfortable in the bedroom.”

“I don’t understand,” Ainsley asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Well, you’re so confident in the way you carry yourself. It’s really sexy. You never really seemed shy. I’m sorry if I pressured you or something,” Jaime’s head fell a bit and Ainsley could tell that he was truly sorry for the way he had handled their ‘booty-call’ relationship. But there was nothing wrong with what happened.

“Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t pressure me into anything. I would have told you if I didn’t to do something. Besides, I agreed to all of this, remember?” Ainsley laughed as she finished off her wine. She thought about pouring another, but stopped when a yawn took over her body.

She was exhausted. She didn’t sleep the night before and she worked an eight hour shift at work – and Jaime had really worked her that morning before work. She needed sleep.

“Thank you for the meal,” Ainsley smiled. “It was delicious. And thank you for spoiling me.”

Jaime lifted his head with a smile and got up to help her clear the table and do the dishes. After cleaning everything up, Jaime climbed into bed with her and pulled her close against him. He kissed her head over and over again and Ainsley couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’m happy that you’re my girlfriend,” Jaime said softly.

“Me, too,” Ainsley said softly as she began to slowly fall asleep.

“Ainsley,” Jaime said very quietly. “I’m sorry if you think I rushed things or pressured you into anything.”

Ainsley groaned and turned her body so she was facing him. “I’m not,” she said as she buried her face into his chest. “I like you,” she said softly.

“I like you, too, Ains,” Jaime chuckled a bit. “And I like it that I can make you squirt.”

Ainsley’s head shot up and she lightly slapped him in the chest. “Jaime!” she gasped. “Stop it.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed. “I wonder if I can make you do it again…”

“Jaime…” Ainsley warned as she tried to go to sleep.

“Okay, fine,” he chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, girlfriend.”

“Goodnight, boyfriend.”

Notes

yay! So this is just a little bit of insight on the beginning of their relationship. I know it focussed a lot around the sexual aspect, but it's because this is all really important to the story. You'll see why pretty soon. I mean we can already see it a little bit. Ainsley's not very comfortable with discussing sex, but you'll see why Jaime started their 'booty-call' relationship in the next chapter.

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