Veronica's eyes widened and she swallowed heavily, taken aback by his questioning. She wanted to, she truly did, but…
"Jason…", her voice was shaky in doubt. He never said he loved her back and she knew she'd only feel worse after he stopped talking to her.
Jason let go of his open belt with a sigh before holding both her hands in comfort. He wasn't thinking when he'd said his thoughts out loud. Thinking with his dick wasn't like him, as much as he liked sex, it was just because the scent females released when turned on was intoxicating to him. But here she was emitting that same scent without much effort.
He didn't want to lie to her about the night before, but the only way to keep her in the dark was by denying it completely. There was no assassin, there was no blood last night, only her fever.
