I wake up the next morning with a tired grunt, snuggling deeper into my pillow. I'd turned in my sleep (as I usually do) so I couldn't see Jonah, nor did I know if he was even here still.
"Jonah," I grumble, then a little louder I add, "Jonah, wake up, you have work."
There's no response.
I turn slowly to see if Blondie is there but, as expected, he's gone early. Damn, this man is an early bird. I'm kinda sad about that, actually. I've never been the little spoon when cuddling, but honestly Jonah's arms are just so heavy and comforting that I kinda wish he stayed in longer.
I see a sticky note on my dresser and scoot onto Jonah's side, pulling it gently off the edge.
On it, there's a note that reads: "I've never given you my number. :) - Jonah." Then underneath it are his digits.
I don't know why but, going on a date with my mission, sleeping with him like we're a normal couple, and now having his number kinda makes me panic. Oh god, this is becoming serious. This is becoming serious very quickly. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!
I jump out of bed and grab my phone. I call Necksnapper.
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Non-Fiction"I LOVE YOU!" I shout into the morning air, my voice echoing beyond miles. I catch my breath as I watch Jonah turn in his spot, meeting my eye. I feel my heart wheeze and my face flush red, but I couldn't care less anymore. It's like Jonah's the onl...
