Jon Bon Jovi had given up everything for a chance to see stardom, including his highschool sweetheart Amelia Sambora.
Now as Jon approaches the most important and most dangerous moments in his professional life, Amelia has a way of making it back in...
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April 1st 1987 / Rumson New Jersey
Amelia awoke in a foreign bed far too soft to be her own. Her body, peculiarly her legs, started to ache before she'd had a chance to open her eyes. Upon smelling the sheets, the memories started to flood back to her. She beamed wildly, eyes flying open to check that her lover hadn't abandoned her through the night. Sure enough he lay there like an angel, his lower half precariously covered by the thin sheets, one hand tucked beneath his wild hair and the other entwined with her own.
He was the epitome of peace in that moment; not a wrinkle of stress or discomfort in sight. Small breaths escaped his parted lips, the warmth of which landed on her palm. Amelia smiled giddily, tucking herself further beneath the covers and watching him.
She felt like a teenager in that motel all over again, she used to spend hours admiring him, waiting for him to wake up and wondering how on earth he could sleep for so long.
He looked so attractive laying there, she couldn't refrain from reaching over to caress his tanned skin. Her fingertips tip-toed across his ribcage, smiling when she saw his nose wrinkle in confusion. He shrugged her off like he would with an itch; her hands returned almost instantly.
It took him a while to realize that the sensation he was feeling was not really an itch. His eyes fluttered open, a beaming smile instantly appeared across his features.
"Mornin'... Angel," he mumbled sleepily, his lazy grin paired with half-closed eyes.
Amelia had forgotten about his morning voice. She just about swooned upon hearing the deep and gravelly tone.
"Good morning," she responded. She could hardly remember a time she'd been so pleased to be awake so early.
He moaned a little deliriously, checking his watch that sat on his bedside. He found it to be eight o'clock. "I'm half surprised you're still here." He shuffled a little closer to her, wrapped her up in his warm embrace.
"Why would you be surprised?" She ran her fingers through his bushy hair, snagging on a knot or two with each pass.
"Mm.. last two times I went to bed next to you I woke up next to David instead. You were a slippery little thing, always sneakin' off."
She giggled. Her leg slipped between both of Jon's in an effort to be closer to him.
"Agh!"
"What?"
"Your feet are ice blocks, get those things away from me."
Amelia took the opportunity to stamp her foot on his legs as much as she could. He wriggled away like a fish out of water; if he were half asleep before then he was surely wide awake now.
"You are a little brat," he teased. "Now come here, give me a kiss."
Amelia happily obliged. She'd missed her morning kisses, she'd grown desensitized to the morning breath and merely enjoyed the intimacy of waking up in someone's arms and kissing them. It was a great start to a day.
