Jason’s right hand tenderly caressed her face. He broke the silence with an uncharacteristically gentle
inquiry, “Lost the case?”
That just didn’t make any sense. The court proceedings had only just begun. Estre was charging the
defendant with intentional harm and murder. Such awsuit wouldn’t usually be resolved so quickly.
Propping herself up slightly, Estre,y on her side on the bed, gazing up at Jason toin, “The
defendant punctured all four of my tires. What a jerk.”
One would have been bad enough, but all four? The thought still irked Estre.
Jason’s expression darkened as he listened to her, his grip tightening on her hand.
But then Estre continued, “After such a long day, I just wanted to sleep, but I’ve been tossing and
turning without a wink of shut-eye.”
Jason’s gloomy face softened into a smile as he teased, “It’s rare to see you this riled up. You can’t
even sleep.”
Typically, Estre was unfazed by the world’s troubles, going about her business as if the sky were
always blue.
Before Estre could respond, Jason brushed aside the strands of hair on her face, suggesting, “Marie
mentioned you skipped dinner. Why don’t you go have a bite? Leave work at the office. If you’re
struggling with evidence, I could send Drew to handle it.”
Estre resisted, “Keep out of my work matters. I can handle it.” If she needed Jason’s help for her job,
what was the point of her years of hard work and education?
Jason insisted, “At least go eat something.”
Estre flopped back onto the bed. “I’m not hungry.”
The night was young, and their room was a haven of tranquility. It had been a long while since they’d
enjoyed such a leisurely chat.
Jason found Estre’s willingness to banter a delightful treat, feeling their distance wasn’t as vast as
before. Seeing Estre sprawled on the bed again, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, yfully threatening,
“If you’re noting down, I’m getting undressed.”
Estre, lying there, casually slipped off her nightgown, revealing her porcin shoulders.. “Come on!
I’ve been waiting.”
Jason was momentarily speechless. Estre was growing too ustomed to his bluffs.
Pulling her nightgown back up, Jason effortlessly scooped her up from the bed. “Let’s get some food in
you first, or you’ll beining halfway through.”
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With her arms around his neck, Estre looked into his eyes, “Jason, you seem different tonight.” He
seemed gentler and more patient, almost like he was guiding her.
Jason met her gaze. “You seem different tonight, too.”
Estre quipped, “I’m different every day and always ready to surprise you.”
Jason teased back, “Then surprise me tonight and be my maid.” Since she imed to be ever-
changing, he’d picked something totally out of character for her.
Estre, still clinging to his neck, held out her hand. “Pay up.”
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Jason whispered something saucy in her ear, prompting Estre to look at him like he was a pervert,
followed by a chuckle, “Stingy as ever.”
As Jason carried Estre downstairs, Marie greeted them with joy, “Ah, you’vee down! Mr. Jason
always knows how to handle you, Ms. Estre. What would you like, dear?”
Estre stepped out of Jason’s embrace. “Just some light dessert and fruit.”
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Marie beamed, “The fruitpote is still warm, and I’ll prepare a fresh fruit te.”
The couple chatted sporadically by the dining table while Marie bustled around them, her smile never
fading. After more than two years, the pair had finally had their epiphany, enjoying the clear moon after
the storm clouds.
After theirte-night snack, they headed back upstairs, and Jason called for Estre to join him for a
shower. She, however, was at herputer. “I’ve got some work to finish. You go ahead.”
After teasing her a bit and getting a promise that she’d join himter, Jason relented and headed to the
bathroom. Soon enough, he emerged to find Estre, now with sses on,
all business at her desk.
Rubbing his damp hair and tossing his towel aside, Jason embraced her from behind, his warm face
nuzzling against hers, “I’m done.”
“Mhm,” Estre replied distractedly, typing away, “I’ll be there in a bit.” She hadn’t nned on working
late, but the dessert had sparked her thoughts anew.
Jason fell silent but didn’t let go, holding her while she remained focused on her work. His hand
wandered from her waist to the softness of her chest, causing Estre to squirm ufortably.
Estre shot him a nce. “Stop it!”
“You do your thing. I’ll do mine,” Jason replied nonchntly.
Estre had always thought herself more brazen than Jason, able to voice things he wouldn’t dare. But
she’de to realize that his public decorum was just a facade. In
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private, he could surpass even her in shamelessness.
After staring him down for a moment, Estre returned to her work, but Jason’s antics escted,
distracting her to the point of typos.
As he whispered provocatively in her ear, Estre snapped, “You’re impossible.”
He just chuckled, his hand continuing its journey downward.
A moment of yful teasing, and Estre made several typing mistakes. At that moment, Jason bit her
ear and provocatively whispered, “You are wet.”
Estre cursed under her breath, “You’re a real piece of work.”
Jason shed a grin, and swift as aet, he swept her into his arms. Effortlessly, he carried her to
the edge of the bed and gently set her down.
In the next instant, he shed his own clothes, and a torrent of kisses rained down upon her. Estre lifted
her arms and wrapped them around his neck, embracing the cascade of affection.
In the heat of their passion, he murmured, “Estre, you’re mine.” His voice, a velvet whisper, was both
a im and a caress against the backdrop of their intimacy.