"Jesus Christ," I groan as Christie's moan follows mine. I collapse limply onto the bed next to her. Damn, this chick has some stamina, I think to myself as I check my phone and realize how long I've been here. It's why she's one of my favorites.

I stand up and start to get dressed.

"Aw can't you stay longer?" she pouts, and sits up, letting the covers slip off of her, revealing her bare chest. I can't help but feel like that was deliberate.

I look at her for a moment and consider it. "Nah, I have an important meeting tomorrow at work I can't be tired for. I'll see you around."

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On my drive home, I see the theater. I haven't gone since that time with Katie. I miss having her around. I've seen their stories, it seems like she and her boyfriend hang out with Ray and Lincoln a lot. His name is Chad apparently. Can you get more 'basic white male' than that?

I get a text from Stacy while I'm eating dinner.

S: sorry but no thanks.

Well shit. Now every girl I've asked to be my date to the Christmas dinner has said no. I think for a bit, and make a call.

"H-hello?" Katie answers.

Her voice is trembling and I hear her sniff.

"Katie? Is everything OK?" I ask, concerned.

"Y-yes," I hear another sniff.

"Katie what's wrong?" I ask, getting up from the dining table.

"We broke u-up," she whimpers quietly.

"Alright, are you at home?" I ask, grabbing my car keys.

"Yes," she says, sounding slightly more calm.

"OK, hang tight."

I take the elevator down to the first floor, and go to the main entrance. I see Jason waiting outside. I probably look like a mess right now - I feel like a mess too. I'm just wearing leggings and an over sized hoodie. I open the doors, letting a gust of the cold winter air blow in. Jason gives me a kind smile.

"Hey Katie."

I let him in and we head back up to my dorm room. The elevator ride up is silent. I unlock my room and sit on my bed, propping myself against the wall with a pillow. I keep the main lights off, the only source of light is coming from the lamp on my desk.

"May I?" he asks.

I nod, and he sits down next to me.

"So what happened?" he asks softly and rests his hand on mine. It feels comforting.

Part of me doesn't want to tell him. I shouldn't have let him come over. I'm setting myself up for disappointment. The other part of me really wants support right now. His deep eyes rest on me with a warm gaze.

"He gave me a spare key to his place. I showed up unexpected a few hours ago to return something. He said he was busy tonight because he had work so I wasn't expecting anyone to be there. But he was there," My eyes water, but I push through to finish speaking. "He was in his bed with another girl."

The tears I've been trying so hard to hold back start spilling. Jason quickly pulls me into a hug and strokes my hair while I cry into his shoulder.

"Guys like him aren't worth your time," he whispers, stroking my back.

I eventually run out of tears and slowly pull away. He gives me a reassuring smile and pushes my damp hair out of my face, and uses a tissue to wipe my eyes. "Thanks," I mumble, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

I go in and examine my tear stained face in the mirror. My eyes are swollen and red. I rinse my towel with cold water and hold it against my face for a bit. It helps with the swelling and relaxes me a little. I take a couple deep breaths.

I come out, and I notice he's holding a large bag.

"What's all that?" I ask him.

He takes everything out. There are several pints of ice cream, candy, wine, tissues, and a little stuffed bear. My heart melts a little. We spend the next few hours talking, watching Netflix, and eating snacks. I've really missed him, we haven't had any real interactions since that time in his office almost a month ago.

I stand up to toss the snack wrappers into the little waste bin by my desk. "Thanks a lot for this Jason, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime," he smiles, pulling me back onto the bed and giving me a hug, "I'm here for you."

"I've missed you," I whisper softly into his ear.

He slowly releases me from the hug, but keeps his arms around me. He moves his hands to my lower back, and pulls me closer so that I'm sitting on his lap. My legs are wrapped around him. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"I did too," he murmurs, and lightly caresses my cheek.

I pull my head back, lightly grazing my cheek against his as I move. We stare at each other, my heart starts to beat quickly. The intense look he gives me makes my knees weak, I'm glad I'm sitting down. Those rich brown eyes feel like they're sending sparks, the air is electric. I feel the tension building between us, he pulls me closer and rests his forehead against mine. I lean forward and give him a quick kiss, and smile, slightly suggestively.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispers.

"Yes."

He smiles, I detect a hint of mischief hidden behind that smile.

He captures me in a kiss. His tongue runs along my lower lip and I open, letting his tongue into my mouth, and waltz with mine. My heart is pounding in my chest and our breathing grows ragged.

He pulls off my shirt, and reaches around to unhook my bra with one hand. I unbutton his shirt, and take it off. I glide my hand across his chest, it's chiseled and hard, yet the feeling of his skin is so soft.

Jason lays me down on the bed and takes off my pants and underwear in one go. His eyes, fiery with passion, rove up and down my body.

"Oh shit, I don't think I have a condom," he suddenly says.

"I'm on the pill," I whisper.

"Even better," he says with a devilish grin.

He leans forward to kiss me, while my hand trails down his body, till I find what I'm looking for and stroke it.

He groans against my lips, as I feel him grow and start to press against my thighs. Quickly sitting up, he takes off his remaining clothing. He positions himself, and looks at me with such intense desire and heat, his dark dilated eyes focused on me.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

He enters and I slightly gasp at the sensation.

"I forgot how b-" I clamp my hand over my mouth. I did not mean to say that out loud.

"Are you alright?" He looks concerned - or at least is trying to look concerned. I can see the smugness in those eyes.

"Oh get over yourself," I laugh and roll my eyes.

It doesn't take long to get used to though, within seconds I'm on cloud nine.

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