Renee ran her hands through her hair as she paced back and forth in the room. She was waiting on Jon to answer her phone calls or text messages since she was beyond worried about him. He hadn't contacted her since the previous night and it was now morning time. She heard the front door open and close which caused her to jot out of the room into the living room.

"Hey," Jon said.

"Where have you been!?" Renee hugged Jon and put her hand into his curls. "I've been worried about you!"

"I'm fine. Just spent the night at my friend's house last night. I'm sorry I didn't answer you calls or text messages. I didn't charge my phone."

"Next time take your charger!"

Jon smiled a little at Renee.

"I will. I was just in a hurry is all and was worried about my friend."

"Is your friend alright?"

"Yeah."

"That's good."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine now that you're here."

"Sorry to worry you. It won't happen again."

"Apology accepted. But now I have to ask…is there anything else you need to tell me? Yeah, you've told me that you've been in trouble before and you're redeeming yourself and everything which is good and all but if there's anything else you need to tell me, tell me. You don't have to tell me now…or even tomorrow. Hell, not even a week from today or a month from now. I'm also not going to force you to tell me anything you're not comfortable with telling me just yet. But eventually, I'll have to know. I need to know if you have any problems with anyone or anything. I don't want you to get hurt is all. I don't want anyone else to get hurt."

Jon hugged Renee and rubbed her back, trying his best to console her.

"Everything is fine. I don't have anything else to hide."

"Okay. Oh…by the way," Renee said, looking up at Jon. "I was cleaning our room and I moved your shoebox into the closet if that's okay."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I didn't open it either since it clearly says "Personal Journal Box" on it."

Jon was relieved that Renee had enough respect not to open his journal and start reading his entries. She would've found out that he was the very man who killed her boyfriend, the very man who caused some of her grief in the first place. The very man who she was now living with and developed a relationship with was the murderer who ended her boyfriend's life. Jon quickly pushed that to the back of his mind as he smiled at Renee.

"Yeah." Jon ran his hands through his hair and shrugged his shoulders. "I just like to write sometimes."

"I sometimes see you in the chair in the room writing and writing sometimes but I don't say anything. I like seeing you write. You look very concentrated sometimes…hearing you laugh and cry makes me laugh and cry sometimes, too…"

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me…" he said. Jon cupped Renee's face in his hands and leaned down so he could give her a kiss. "I love you so much, Renee."

"I love you, too, Jon. I'm always hear for you. Just remember that."

"I will."

Jon woke up the next morning to find Renee lying beside him wide awake. She had an expression on her face that looked like she had something to say to him but didn't know what to say. Jon sat up in bed, leaned over towards Renee, and kissed her lips.

"Good morning," Jon said with a groggy voice.

"Good morning," Renee said. She bit her lip as she continued to look Jon in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Jon asked.

Renee's soft hand reached under the covers and rested on Jon's dick. Knowing immediately where this was going, he laid back down on his back and watched as Renee threw back the covers and pulled down his boxers. Looking up at him, Renee took Jon's dick into her mouth and slowly started to bob her head up and down. Jon was at a loss for words as he breathed deeply as he ran his hands through Renee's short blonde locks. Renee licked the tip of Jon's shaft then slowly moved her lips on the side of it. He definitely needed this as he felt as if he was on cloud nine. This was definitely a lovely way to start off his morning.

Renee swallowed of all Jon's cum when he finally reached his climax and looked up at him in content.

"How did that feel?" she asked.

Jon put a thumbs up.

"Great. Just great."

"Good. What would you like to eat?"

"I'm not sure. After that blowjob, I'm feeling a bit too good to even eat to be honest."

"Well, I'm still going to cook you something."

"Thanks but trust me, I don't want anything to eat. Just a cup of coffee and some toast. I'll be in the shower getting ready for work."

When Renee got to the kitchen to make breakfast, she decided she was going to make Jon an omelette. He was surprised to see that she actually made him food after he had gotten dressed for work.

"Oh, wow!" Jon said. "Thank you, Renee. But sweetie, you didn't have to cook me anything."

Renee pulled up a chair next to Jon's and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I know you said I didn't have to cook anything but I still made you some breakfast. You have to eat and even though the blowjob has left you feeling very good, I still want you to eat. I don't want you to go to work without a hot meal in your stomach. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Fantastic." Renee got back up to pour Jon a glass of orange juice and placed it next to him."

"Man, this is good. Now I am glad you made breakfast for me."

"I told you that you needed to eat. Silly goose."

"I know I was silly for saying no to breakfast."

Jon finished up his breakfast then put on his work shoes at the door.

"Have a good day," Renee said.

"I will."

"You're working at the car wash today, right?"

"Yup."

"Maybe I should bring my car around so you can wash it."

"I believe you should so that I can have an excuse to take longer."

Renee laughed and hugged Jon around his waist.

"You sure you can manage two jobs?" she asked.

"I'm sure. This job at the carwash will bring in some extra cash."

"I don't want you to overwork yourself."

"Trust me, Renee, I'm not. This is something necessary that I have to do."

"If you're comfortable and not overworking and stressing yourself out, then I'll be supporting you all the way through."

Jon kissed Renee on her lips and smiled at her.

"Thanks," he said. He gave her a big hug and kissed her again. "See ya later."

"See ya. I'll have dinner ready for you, too. And you're not going to tell me not to cook you anything either when I come by your job to get my car washed!"

Jon chuckled as he turned around before closing the door.

"I won't!"