— Back at Veronica's House —
Jason unlocked the front door quietly, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders after another grueling day. This day was grueling for all the right reasons though. He was tired, but he was genuinely happy with his tiredness.
As he stepped into the dimly lit living room, the sight before him rooted him in place. Veronica lay curled up on the sofa, her soft breaths the only sound in the silent house.
She was breathtaking.
Her nightgown clung to her form, accentuating her curves in a way that made Jason's pulse quicken. Her long, dark hair spilt over the cushions like ink and it framed her serene, beautiful face in a way that honestly would have made any man kneel down in prostration.
