Jase wasn’t afraid anymore, for which I was grateful. I was messing up a lot lately, and I didn’t want to lose him before I had to leave him. I didn’t try to tempt him again, I knew Jase would run away again, and he probably wouldn’t return this time. I wanted to keep him near as long as possible. I needed him close; otherwise, I didn’t feel complete.
After the kissing session in the kitchen, during which he learned a new word. Obviously, he was extremely happy about it because he ended up on my lap (it really wasn’t so easy of a task to support the whole weight of such a huge man and not being afraid the chair could break under us), almost suffocating me with his bruising kisses, I decided it was time to stick with the old plan to go out and do some research otherwise I would mess up aga
