"Why do I feel this way when I am around her?" Jason's thought ran wide as Fiona's tongue fondled his on the bed he lay on. The kiss, the taste of other lips—everything felt divine.
The door opened abruptly, making Jason stop and push Fiona back.
She laughed and looked back. " Ah! Eric. I don't know you are here taking care of our Jason," she said with a smirk on her face. "Our Jason? What does that even mean?" Jason asked, looking at her. He was anoyed about the fact that he was dancing to her tune each time she was beside him.
Fiona brought out a small mirror from her bag. "Oh, you have ruined my lipstick." She looked at Jason and winked at him. "I will be seeing you around, and when I do, you have better tell me what you know about the vault." She smiled and walked out. "Bye Eric."
