Michael let himself in, ready and prepared to carry out his morning routine.

"Honey," he called, gently knocking on her bedroom door. "I was thinking about making you some blueberry pancakes today. How'd you like your eggs?"

No answer.

"Jasmine?"

"Caleb," she softly whined. Another mound had emerged beneath the covers. With Jasmine's knees pointed skyward, the mound slowly undulated between her legs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she planted her slender palm on top of his as she continued to moan.

"Caleb."

"Jasmine!" The sound of his booming voice struck her like a lightning bolt.

"Caleb!" she gasped. "Get up! Hide hide hide!"

"Is everything okay? Hope I didn't wake you."

"Oh no, it's fine! I'll be out in a second, baby!" She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into her bedroom, and then into the bathroom.

"Oh, it's no trouble. I was just wondering why you didn't answer my text about breakfast?"

Jasmine turned the water on and ran the shower. "What're you waiting for? Get in!" Caleb jumped in the tub, clothes and all.

"Jas?" He had entered the bedroom.

"In the shower, baby!" she replied, finally hopping in herself. The two of them awkwardly stood there looking like they had just come in from the pouring rain.

"Take your clothes off!" commanded Jasmine as she began pulling her pants down.

"Why?"

"Because I'm getting ready to take my clothes off and I'll be damned if I'm gonna be the only one in here getting naked!"

"Oo, a shower sounds great right now. Mind if I join you, baby?" Michael whistled as he stripped away his tie and undid his collar.

"Um, uh," a tongue-tied Jasmine struggled to construct a good lie as she found herself tracing Caleb's abs again with her eyes as he lifted his wet shirt. "Babe, I'm really almost done in here. Too much longer and I'll get all pruney."

"Aw, come on, baby, I can be quick." Michael was in the bathroom now, tugging at the shower curtain to take a peek at his darling girlfriend. Jasmine resisted on her side of the curtain, holding it tight and poking her head out to meet her man with a quick smooch.

"Babe, I'm almost done, like I'm literally stepping out right now."

"Well, keep the water running, then. I'll come in after you," he argued, tugging again at the shower curtain.

"I'm hungry, though," she pouted. "Baby can you go pick up something first?"

"I was gonna cook something, though."

"Baby no, do McDonalds."

"You would rather have McDonalds than my famous crepes?"

"Mm, yeah, McDonalds. Yum."

"Really?"

Jasmine just stared at him with her head cocked to the side and her lips pressed.

"Just grab some McDonalds, baby, don't argue, okay?"

"Alright," he finally conceded with a shrug. "Anything specific?"

"The usual."

"Okay...guess I'll just be back in awhile then," he mumbled dejectedly as he walked out of the bathroom, before having a sudden change of heart and spinning on his heels and racing back towards her. "But not before I steal another kiss!"

"Just get the McDonalds, baby!" she shouted. He gave up finally. They heard the front door shut and lock from the outside.

"So," an amused Caleb finally exhaled. "That's the boyfriend."

"Yeah."

"If he's got his own key to your place, it must be pretty serious."

"It is, okay?"

"Kinda hard to imagine since we're both standing here naked in your shower."

"Look, don't be getting any ideas, Caleb! You can't expect every girl to wait for you!"

"Can't expect every girl to hide a wanted criminal, either," he quipped with a shrug.

"Oh, you just think you're so special, don't you?" she whined, turning her back to him. "You think you're above everything and everyone, and you really just don't care what you do to people, do you? You're a real piece of work, you know that? I thought I knew you so well, Caleb, and then you— and last time I checked, you had a woman!"

The silence between them was amplified by the pounding water as Jasmine quickly wished she had bit her tongue.

"I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for your loss, Caleb. I just— I don't want to take advantage of you if you're feeling vulnerable and—"

Caleb took Jasmine by the shoulders and spun her around to face him, close enough for their noses to touch as Jasmine felt herself crumbling again in his hands. His sharp and honest stare dug a hole through her. It was a look of quiet, brooding desire, growing like a fire in his heart. Jasmine found herself compelled by his brown eyes.

His lips went for hers. She had no defenses for his advances, so powerful was the manifestation of his desires. She had never felt another person so clearly. She never felt the desire to give herself so completely to anyone, she lost control of her body, lost in his hands. Her gleeful lips moved easily with his, to the point that she paused to smile.

She threw in her last little jab. He guided her down into the bathtub. She followed his motion like a misbehaved child, anxiously awaiting a harsh punishment from her father. She lay underneath him as he came down with her; her lusty, simpering lips pouted 'forgive me.'

She reached up and combed her thin fingers through his wet black hair. It was just like a dream: him, deep in her arms clinging to his back as she climbed the trickling tiles on the wall. The flower invited him in, with its glowing petals fine and delicate like silk, and, graciously giving, permitting him to explore every part of more than he could fathom. Their naked bodies escaped in the mist. She giggled, thrilled by his ravenous caress; she beckoned for him inside her with eyes wild and honest. She lay on her glistening back, unfolded as he came down upon her; she let him take her. She bit her lips, and teased him with a playful simper. She whined, scissoring her nimble toes in contorted angles. Her eyes were chastising and daring. She cried as if she would climax. He kissed her shoulder, nibbling his way up her neck. He fondled her body, from her hips, over her breasts. All the more, she turned to him with love in her eyes, with cheer in her smile. She pressed her lips against his as they began to shake. He cried out to her as he held her close to him as she crumbled in his arms and he felt himself letting go. All the while she beamed her adoring smile. He touched her lips as he took her face in his hands once more and kissed her.

"Caleb," she purred his name once more as she stepped out of the shower and went for a towel.

"I'm happy you're home and everything, but you can't stay here," she dried her hair, making sure to give him a full view of her naked butt as it swayed with her hypnotic saunter.

"Why not?" Caleb snapped.

"Because I have a boyfriend. He's gonna wonder why I have another man living with me in my apartment."

"Just hurry up and get out of here before Michael gets back, okay? Find somewhere else to sleep just for tonight. We'll figure everything else out later."

She gave him some of Michael 's sweats to put on. He pulled a baseball cap down over his forehead and bounded towards the front door.

"See you tomorrow, okay?" he said over his shoulder.

She slumped down on her couch and threw her head back as she let out a heavy sigh. It wasn't until she heard the door shut that she finally shut her eyes and exhaled.

Okay. So my boyfriend is a detective and I'm sleeping with my high school crush...who just happens to be a wanted fugitive right now, she thought.

Jasmine, what the fuck is wrong with you?