Of course, nothing in Jason's life could ever be simple. You were no exception to that rule. What started out as a casual fling with occasional hook ups during the weekend turned into...this. A friendship, maybe? A blooming relationship? He wasn't sure. But he liked the way his hand felt in yours. Your skin was smooth, soft, not battered and torn like his. He didn't deserve you. 

Jason's chin rested on the edge of the tub. He made sure to keep his eyes on your intertwined hands rather than your naked form right in front of him. He wasn't a complete asshole, after all. You brought out the manners in him- Or something like that. He doesn't like admitting it, even to himself. You had asked him to keep you company while you bathed, that was a normal friendly thing, right? Friends must do this often. You're his only real role model for these types of things, he trusts your judgement more than his own. Yet you never spoke about it either. The two of you were more than content sitting in silence like this, the only real sounds being the fizzing bubbles in the water and the leaking faucet. Damn, he should probably fix that.

"The water still warm?" He tried keeping his tone even.