"C'mon, baby. I just need you right now." Jeremiah huffed, pulling you in by your waist. His hands possessively sat on your hips and his lips connected passionately with yours. He tasted salty and sweet. Salty from the ocean and sweet from the muffins this morning.

You should feel ashamed. Screw that: you should feel mortified. Disgusted by yourself. This affair between you and Jeremiah Fisher has been going on for 6 months. 6 wonderful and horrid months.

The whole reason it started was when Jeremiah came to you with the suspicion of Belly cheating on him with Conrad. Despite there being no actual proof, Jeremiah was not the person to lie about love. It wasn't in his nature. So you agreed to help him.

That one-night-stand turned into what seemed to be some kind of late night shift. He and Belly still live together, a silver ring with a rock branded Belly's finger while they planned out the wedding together. The wedding...they're getting married.

Jeremiah knew this was wrong. He doesn't even want to think about what his mom would say about this but even she knew. Conrad belonged to Belly. He knew it, hell, all of Cousins knew it. It didn't hurt any less though. Naturally, he came to his source of comfort, you.

Jeremiah continued to kiss the living life out of you. "M'sorry. Rough week." He muttered, disconnecting from your lips. Jeremiah tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I spend the night, baby?"