Like the first time I saw you

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26
Jo's POV:
After talking at the phone with my sister I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.
I used to do this while reharsing some scenes before going to work. They say that it helps a lot, because you can control your expressions more and pay more attentions at the lines, and the way you expose them.

Though, this time I did that to silenty tell myself to be strong, to go back to living as before.
The chat between me and Katherine cleared my mind, led me to make a serious desicion; so, after convincing myself that my choice was the right one, I rinsed my face with fresh water.

While the pajamas and the tea I made kept me warm, I started to laugh out loud at the comedy that had been on my watch list for days, but never had the urge to watch.

I always promise myself to do too many things, but works gets in the way of everything.

It must have been 3 am when my eyelids began to drop and fatigue took hold of my body.
I stopped waiting for Jack and struggling with sleep and went to bed, without checking my phone.

This night, unlike the others I dreamed of a strange versions of myself stumbled upon new adventures in the outdoors, instead of twisted and depressing, dark dreams.
Right now, I feel as if my head is lighter, but my hungry stomach tightens.

I feel no weight next to me in the bed and no noise from kitchen utensils, so I assume Jack hasn't come home yet.

In the light of the desicion I made last night, with a stupid smile on my face, I call the person I love, I ask what time he's coming and if he can take those sweet pancakes I love with him.

About ten minutes later, the doorbell rings and I internally thank myself for getting dressed.

He has arrived.

I open the door, with the adrenaline in my body and I see him slowly raising his head as the smile on his face widens. In one hand he holds a white bag and I immediately recognize the brand of the shop from which he got the pancakes. I'm amazed by the beautiful red rose he holds in the other hand.

"Goodmorning, Jo" he mutters with the british accent that I love.

"Hero, you're already here. What's this?" I ask smiling, pointing at the rose.

"While I was on my way here a street vendor begged me for a rose, and since it was almost as gorgeous as you I accepted it. Though, I think you'll enjoy the pancakes more."

I keep laughing as he tells me the funny story, meanwhile I close the door behind him.
After absently placing his jacket on the sofa, he says "Since I'm here I guess Jack isn't home".
I answer him with a nod and then change the subject into something different.

"Do you want some pancakes, too?"

"Yes please, I'm starving."

We head to the kitchen and sit on the counter. Luckily it's not as messed up as usual, like when I fall asleep after dinner and the next morning I find the kitchen a mess.
I often feel like I live alone, Jack barely helps with chores. Sometimes he makes me think that he's one of those men who think that only women should look after these things, but I try not to focus on these bad thoughts.

I thank him for the hundreth times while we eat my beloved pancakes, and he tells me he met a strange dude last night.
Hero tells me how they talked about me all the time and how that guy, Marcus, helped him process his thoughts.

In my eyes he seems more relaxed than a day ago, just like me.

I end up laughing out loud again when he says that when him and Marcus were about to leave the cafeteria, an angry middle-aged man threw all his american coffee at him.

"I swear, the coffee even ended up in my pants at my dick! I thanked god when I realized it wasn't really hot, otherwise I would've burned myself."

"And what did you do after he threw the coffee at you?" my bells hurts from laughing.

"Well, I tried not to make a scene, but it was one of the worst experiences of my life, believe me. I came home with an uber. I couldn't walk, I was soaked!" he laughs.

Once we're done eating I show him my bedroom, with several scattered books and scripts for work. He says that he would love to help me repeat the lines of the script from the new movie, even tomorrow, and he adds that he appreciates how I furnished my little word.

He makes no remark that Jack also lives in this apartment and I'm grateful for this.

After that, we go back to the living room and look at each other smiling.

"You still have syrup on the corner of your mouth" he suddendly says, looking directly at my lips.

I don't say anything, so he comes over and licks that spot off my mouth. When he is about to move away I place a quick wet kiss on his lips.
I already know what's going to happen.