About a week ago, which was the day that Jason left me to go talk to Anthony, I have seen less and less of him as the days have gone by. So much so, that the only time I would see him was when I would wake up in the mornings with him in his usual spot. I did ask Anthony during breakfast on how he was doing, but all I got was a pained smile and that he was fine.

I wasn't annoyed or angry with Jason. I was actually just worried. Every little glimpse I could get of him, he would look worse and worse by the day. He just looked tired and stressed. So I decided enough was enough.

My first attempt was trying to talk to him the other morning, but I didn't really get much of anything from him. "Jason are you okay?" The worry was very evident in the tone of my voice. He lets go of my hand and ran it through his hair. "I'm fine Lilly. Work has just been very busy at the moment." I could tell he was lying, but I just nodded and went to the bathroom with a sigh and did my morning routine. When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone. So I decided on plan B.

I never really knew when Jason entered my room at night. I was always asleep whenever he came in. But tonight I was going to wait for him. I haven't had an actual conversation with him for so long and I've really missed them. What's even worse was my child-like crush was growing day by day for this massive man, and the want to just see, smell, and touch him has become overwhelming. I was getting tired of these feelings, but they would have to wait for now. Right now I needed to focus on Jason's health.

I look over at my clock and it read two in the morning. I already finished the book I was reading and so I have been sitting here for an hour just staring at the wall. My eyes started to droop, but I was determined to talk with him. When three o'clock hit, I was about ready to pass out. As I was about to lay down though, my bedroom door opened letting in a bright stream of light.

He was beautiful. But the exhaustion was evident on his face. "What's wrong Jason?" I clearly must of scared him a little because he flinched from my voice. "Oh nothing for you to worry about sweetheart. Why are you not asleep?" I just ignored his question and asked him my question again but in a more stern tone. "Nothing." was the answer. His tone of voice was lower and I could tell he was becoming annoyed. I still asked several times but sadly got the same answer from him over and over again.

"Jason I can see you are not telling me the truth. I'm very worried about you. Can't you see how awful you have looked for the past couple of days?" He goes to open his mouth again, but I didn't want to hear another stupid excuse or lie come out of his mouth again. I raise my hand to stop him, shutting him up instantly. "Just join me in bed."

I think he choked on his spit or something because he started having a choking fit. "Jason just get into the bed. I'm doing this for your own health. You look tired and sleeping on an actual bed might help." While I was telling him this, I grabbed a few of the decorative pillows and set them as a divider in the middle of the bed. "Goodnight Jason." I grumble and turn my back to him while getting comfortable. I'm still upset with him.

Well I wasn't expecting this to happen at all tonight.

I was still shell shocked that she wanted me to sleep in the same bed as her, that I still haven't moved my ass from the edge of the bed. Finally getting myself together, I go and put on some sweats and brush my teeth. I tried doing this quickly since I have been dreaming of cuddling my Angel since day one, but I some how tripped over my legs coming out of the bathroom.

A huge thud echos through the room. Quickly looking over at the Sleeping Beauty in my bed, a breath of relief escapes me seeing she didn't wake up. I swear this girl makes me act like a teen boy. A very clumsy and awkward teen boy apparently.

I go to slip into the bed but notice something in my way. A row of pillows separating me from my Angel. For a while, I just glare at those stupid pillows. I know she put those there for a reason, and I should respect her wants... but FUCK THAT!

I throw the pillows as far away from the bed that they can get. Once those stupid things were out of the way, I grab her and cuddle her into my chest. She is completely out but she snuggles closer to my chest.

Could a man ever feel this happy? Especially some one like me? Someone who kills, steals, and makes an average man piss himself just by hearing my name? Well apparently so.

Content and happiness flow through my entire body, while the scent of vanilla and cinnamon invade my senses. I really needed this. This entire week has been me trying to deny but also find more evidence to prove the original killer of Lilly's parents wrong. The evidence backed everything up, but to me nothing made sense. Why would one of the people I have trusted the most in my entire life be doing this?

Feeling Lilly snuggle in closer to me stopped my rapid thoughts and brought me back to the now. A small smile tugged itself on my face. I shoved my nose into her neck to inhale more of her addicting scent that soon lured me to the best sleep I have had all week.