Happy Friday everyone! Today is a very special day: it’s part 8 of Alan and Jon’s story. Also known as The End. One last peek into their lives before we leave them to their HEA. Because of course they will have a HEA. I have loved writing them, but it’s time to move on to something else.
Also, maybe I’ll take a break with the #SuperShorts for the rest of April, since I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo and have to focus on my projects. I’m not saying it’s definitely going to happen, I’m just saying don’t be surprised if it does.
Have a great weekend everyone. I hope you enjoy Alan and Jon one final time 🙂
The rain woke me up. It hammered against the bedroom window so furiously I feared it would crack. I peeled one eye open to take in the weather mayhem outside. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought someone was up on the roof and poured buckets of water on my window, that’s how much it rained.
I scrunched my eyebrows together. What was wrong with the curtains? Was it the glum light from the outside giving them that weird color?
A bolt of lightning flashed outside, followed by a loud thunder crack, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Crap. Rain and thunderstorm meant Jon wouldn’t do his early morning yoga on the porch and that the chances for me ogling his yummy butt while having my first cup of tea had just dropped to zero.
I sighed so deeply my lips made a sputtering sound on the exhale.
A hand slid over my middle and landed on my belly and I flinched. A gravely question followed, “What’s up with the sigh, honey?”
A warm body plastered itself against my back. My lips turned up in a smile and I relaxed.
Right. I didn’t need to mope over the rain. I had the man here in my bed.
I peeled open my eye again.
The man had me in his bed. That explained the curtains. And the only reason I had forgotten our first official sleep-over was that I wasn’t a morning person. That was my story and I was sticking to it.
I scooted back until I was so close another air molecule wouldn’t fit between us. “I was grumpy about the rain.” I lay my hand on top of his.
“Why?” Hot puffs of air from his breath tickled my skin and sent a shiver down my spine. He rubbed his nose up and down my neck, hooked his leg over my hip, and gave me a full body hug.
I sank into his embrace. The scent of warm, sleepy man surrounded me and quickly turned this into the best morning of my life.
“I like having you in my bed,” he mumbled and kissed my nape. My shoulder. My ear.
“I like having you in my life,” I replied.
He gasped. Then he climbed over me and lay down on the edge of the bed, facing me. He tugged the blanket up to the tips of our noses as I grabbed his side and pulled him closer. I shuddered as his broad chest touched mine.
His nose against mine. His hand on the small of my back.
I let my eyes drift closed. There in his arms, my brain was unusually quiet. Content. I could stay there forever. I lay my hand over his heart, his kind, loving heart beating so steadily against my palm.
“I love you, Jon.” The words slipped out on a sigh, but I didn’t regret them even for a second.
“You fucking better,” he grunted, leaned in and took my lips in a soft, tender kiss.
I was going to assume that was Jon-speak for I love you, too.