Page 68 of One More Chance

Harper

When Jensen kissedme goodbye an hour ago, he tried hard not to wake me. He trailed his hand over my hip, up my side, and caressed my cheek before placing his lips to my forehead. Of course, I was awake the entire time, listening to him quietly navigate his morning routine. So when he leaned in to kiss me, I opened my eyes, pulled his face back down to me, and kissed him gently on the lips. This only served to make him want to stay, however. While I wish he could, I knew I had to let him go.

I lay in his bed for a long while, just staring up at the ceiling and smiling like an idiot. Then my phone dinged, pulling me out of my thoughts and back into reality.

Jensen:Why do I even have to have a job?

Me:For money?

Jensen:I will sell all my worldly possessions to crawl back into bed with you right now.

Me:Sounds good to me.

Jensen:*sighing*

Me:What time will you be back?

I ask because I realize I didn’t have a chance to this morning. This morning had been centrally focused on kissing.

Jensen:In time to pick you up for dinner at 6:30pm?

Me:Sounds good. What should I wear?

Jensen:I want to take you somewhere nice. I left a credit card on the counter downstairs in case you need anything at all. A ride, an outfit, anything. You can even shop for food or drinks that you like, since I don’t have any and don’t want you to starve.

Me:I can pay for stuff.

Jensen:Please let me take care of it.

Not wanting to argue, I agree with him, making a note to place his card in my wallet before I go out. I brought several items of clothing, but nothing really fancy. I guess I’ll add shopping to my agenda today.

Pushing the covers back, I cross to his full-length mirror and stare at myself for a moment. The genuine smile planted across my lips for the past few weeks is something I haven’t seen in quite a while. I relish in this moment before getting dressed and throwing my hair up into a ponytail, deciding to shower later, closer to date time.

I check my camera, shove extra film in my bag, and head downstairs. His card is on the countertop with a note neatly folded in half, my name on the front.

Harper,

If I were to write you a song, it would go like this…

You’re beautiful, got a great smile,

you’re beautiful, got a nice ass,

but none of that compares to

the way I feel when I’m inside you.

Okay, I’m shit at writing songs. I will try to get better.

But all of it is true.

xo

Jensen

P.S. Have fun today.

I giggle at his note,pressing it to my chest and rolling my eyes. That man is so ridiculous. I know I say it and think it a lot, but it’s true. I slip it into my bag along with his card, and the spare key he gave me so I and come and go as I want, and then leave the loft.