How I Met You

Chapter Fifty Eight

- chapter fifty eight -

Six Days Left

The next morning, I was surprised to see that Jake was still asleep when I woke up next to him. He was usually an early bird, something I've never really understood. How could someone willingly wake up early in the summer? But I wasn't going to complain about his sudden urge to sleep in. His face being the first thing my eyes landed on was truly a pleasure.

He was beautiful, really. With closed eyes and parted lips, tousled hair and long eyelashes kissing his skin, steady breaths and soft thrums of his heart, he looked peaceful. Younger and innocent. Absolutely breathtaking.

A few copper strands of stray hairs fell onto his forehead in an adorable way, and I had to resist the urge to move my hand and push them away.

I would be the happiest girl in the world if I could wake up to him every day.

"How did I end up being so lucky?" I was thinking out loud, muttering under my breath. I shook my head in disbelief. I don't think I would ever be able to understand. Even if we didn't last forever, I could at least be content with what we did have. I was beyond grateful.

I leaned up on my elbow next to him, taking advantage of the moment to just look at and appreciate Jake. As I did, my hair cascaded over my shoulder and skimmed his nose. His face crinkled, creating a giggle to bubble out from my lips. I moved my hair out of the way

I would wake him up, perhaps with a kiss, but I was enjoying this too much. I'd never had the privilege of waking up to him like this. Maybe I should do something special for him? I mean, he's done so much for me already. I wouldn't even be able to begin to pay him back.

I decided then that breakfast in bed would be a good idea. I smiled. Yeah, in fact it would be a great idea.

I was carefully removing my entangled body from Jake's when his hand latched onto my waist. In one, swift motion, I was yanked so that I was practically lying on top of him.

His eyes remained closed, but in a gruffy, tired voice he breathed out, "Where do you think you're going, missy?"

I was still attempting to recover at his sudden movement. I'd thought he was practically dead. It looked like it ten seconds ago. His arms were wrapped tightly around my body, and his head was nuzzled into my neck.

Of course he would do this! I was trying to be a nice, loving girlfriend and surprise him with a delicious breakfast, and now he basically had me caught in an iron grip? Not that I wasn't enjoying it or anything, but now was the right time? I think not!

"I was going to surprise you with something," I told him back. I didn't want to give anything away.

"That's not fair." He muttered. I could feel his breath on my neck, sending tingles shooting down my spine. I relaxed into him, not bothering to struggle against the situation. "Only I can surprise you."

"Now that's not fair. I'm trying to be a nice girlfriend. You actually slept in for once, so I'd like to take advantage of that."

"You're already the perfect girlfriend." Butterflies pooling into my stomach. "And the only reason I stayed in bed—pretending to be asleep, by the way—was so I could just hold you in my arms for a while, you know?" Molten lava pouring through every inch of my veins. Soft lips planting a small, delicate kiss on my neck. "What was the surprise?"

"I'm not telling you."

Another kiss, this time on my collarbone. "Tell me," he insisted in a low voice.