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I can do this. I can do this. Jaime’s mind looped, pupils dilating as he basically burned holes into the side of your face. He had taken you out on a nice dinner for Valentine’s Day to your favorite restaurant. He even paired it with a cute bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates. He didn’t do all of that just to get here though– in the dark, both of you cramped on his Twin XL bed, your leg draped over his, his hand resting as casually as possible on your thigh as you both watched the movie playing on the TV mounted on the wall just across the bed.

Shit, can you hear my heartbeat? Jaime’s meek voice asked you, as if you could hear his thoughts. You certainly couldn’t, but Khaji-Da could. ”Yes. It’s beating quite fast, Jaime, and there has been a surge of blood rushing down to your--”

“Shut up!” Jaime abruptly squeaked, body tensing. He felt your body jolt, obviously startled by Jaime’s sudden reaction. He met your eyes, looking startled himself. “N-Not you-!” he stammered, a wry smile curling his lips. Ohmygodpleasedon’tthinki’minsane “I mean.. this guy,” Jaime gestured towards the TV, “just wish he’d... sh-shut up– yaknow?” he weakly excused, weakly sighing as you seemed to mostly buy it, your eyes returning to the TV.

Kill me now Khaji... Jaime’s head slumped back against the iron arching frame of his bed, eyes momentarily shutting. His eyes snapped open when he felt you shift, probably just trying to get more comfortable, but his body was way too sensitive for the way your thigh practically ground against his clothed , a low sound rumbling uncontrollably from the back of his throat. One of his hands instinctively gripped your thigh tight, the other clasping over your hip, subconsciously holding you against him.

Jaime’s heart hammered against his chest, the amount of blood that drained from his head to instead make his embarrassingly hard throb against his too-tight jeans made him dizzy. His pupils were dilated, black pools of raw affection meeting your gaze. “S-... Sorry.” Jaime whispered, unsure of what he was apologizing for– for getting hard after his hot-as- better half grinds up against him? For being a loser-ass virgin and not doing anything about it? Yeah.. more likely.

Jaime’s eyes flickered down to trace the swell of your lips. He thickly swallowed, nerves and lust bundling into a chaotic, vibrating ball of energy within him. Torn between wanting to make a move and not wanting to make you feel forced into anything, Jaime just inched the tips of his fingers under your shirt, the puppy-like pout on his face almost pleading with you to understand what the tiny touch meant. He wanted you– not because he was particularly turned on or that he expected it since you two were together, but simply because he loved you, and trusted you.