Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 84

_Jo's POV_
I pulled up next to the shop, and as soon as I put the car in park, Henry leant in, and pressed his lips against mine; cupping my face lovingly. I unbuckled our seat belts, and he crawled over into my seat; his soft lips never leaving mine. When he finally broke apart from it, we were panting. "What was that fo..?" I started to say. "Shh," he interrupted; placing an index finger on my lips, and running his thumb down them sensually. "Abigail was right, earlier..You are the one who should be able to comfort me.. Seeing you, and touching you, and loving you.. Should bring me sanity," he whispered. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you.. Jo, I love you," he said; his eyes sparkling with new tears. Our lips collided as he ran his hands through my hair and down my curves. -Every little movement has passion in it. "I love you," I mumbled; hitting a lever and making my seat go all the way back. He laid on top of me, and we made out like horny teenagers once again. Except this time..It meant more. It wasn't lust..It was passion.
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_Abe's POV_
I stood in the shop window waiting for Dad and Jo to come in, and gave up when I started to see her car rock. The windows fogged up, and someone's hand slid down each one at one time or another. I can hear them screaming from in here..I guess Mom is gone.. I sighed, and sat back in the cushy chair near my desk at the front of the shop. But.. I guess Jo is mom now. I've grown to like her. She's pretty clever, she's good to Pops and the kids, and what a tomato..That's when an odd memory hit me.. Jo and Dad on the couch.. and Dad and Mom walking out to explain.. To explain they were from the future.. Their hex actually affected the past. "Your wife is a real tomato.." I thought. -Did Mom really kill herself, for that matter? She must have, because I remember her doing it. Why would she?.. Memories from the past few days clouded my mind, and made it hard to think, so I cast them aside.
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_Henry's POV_
Jo and I ended up sleeping in the back seats of her car, and waking up a bit before dawn. Last night made me feel as though I'd fallen in love with her all over again. Her wits. Her cleverness. Her beauty. She shifted on top of me, and I smiled up at her; tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "I love you," I grinned wildly. "..Those are the first words I want you to hear every morning," I continued; planting a sweet kiss on her lips. She returned it; deepening it as it lingered. "I love you too," she whispered; embracing me. "Let's get out of here before the sun comes out," I chuckled; bolting towards the shop doors. She raced me there, through the doors, and ran towards the stairs. I tripped her to get ahead, and she stumbled back; grabbing my leg. I tried wobbling about, but failed; tumbling to the ground. She laughed, and I kissed her hungrily; crawling on top of her. We rolled around near the bottom of the staircase for well over an hour; making slow, heart-felt, love. The words "I love you" had to have been whispered nearly fifty times. "We have to get ready to go to work," she grumbled; eventually climbing off of me. "Lovely. Time to go cut some people open," I grinned.