Super Short


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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 🙂

(Parts 123456, and 7 of Alan and Jon’s story if you need to get up to speed.)

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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.

Double crap.

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.

Strike that.

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.

10 thoughts on “#SuperShort”

  1. Ooooh. You know how much I adore them and while I’m sad to see them go, this is the absolute perfect ending for them!
    Alan is my love 😍
    Fantastic! Can’t wait to see what you come up with next.

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  2. *le sigh* Sweetness overload! I love this. I liked them from the beginning, and it’s nice to see them end happily. You hooked me on them, and it’s marvelous! Thanks for the wonderful little journey. 🙂

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  3. You know what else I also like? That this story is wonderfully sexy without being graphic. Not that I have anything against graphics, believe me, but I love that a romance can be romantic and sizzle with sexual tension and yet allow me to take it to the next level in my own imagination without giving me all the down and dirty deets. There’s a time and place for hard facts (pun intended) and a time and place for sweet and sexy. This story was definitely the sweet and sexy kind.

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    1. I really agree with you here. I don’t think every story needs graphic sex; I really enjoy sensuality. Closeness. Mostly I’m in the minority though because most people seem to want their stories hot and heavy, so you saying this made me extra happy. Thank you so much ❤️

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      1. I love hot and heavy, don’t get me wrong. But I do believe there is a need for the sensual, the sexy, the steamy, without the graphic illustrations, in romance writing. I think romances can be all those things and still leave enough to the imagination that if the storytelling is good enough, the reader won’t mind. And your storytelling is more than just ‘good enough’, believe me. Seriously, you are a joy to read. 🙂

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