A/N: Hello everyone! Please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: July 1899
Jaime's POV
Spot and I spent hours at the park. Between feeding the ducks, dancing, and talking, I never wanted the night to end. However, Jack had a strict time for Spot to take me to the lodge house and neither one of us were willing to find out what would happen if we were late.
The cool night air sent a shiver down my spine.
I wrapped my arms lightly around myself to create a little warmth.
"Are you cold?" Spot asked.
"A little."
Spot took his jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders.
"You's didn't have to do that."
"I's wanted to."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me.
"And before you's ask. I'm not cold."
"You's know me so well," I smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You's make it easy. You're captivating."
I blushed.
"Would ya quit doin' that."
"Quit doin' what, Princess?"
I rolled my eyes.
"You's know what."
"Don't know what you're talkin' about."
He pulled me closer smirked as my face grew hotter.
"I's hate you's."
"Pretty sure you's love me. I's mean you's said it yourself."
"Did I's? I's don't recall."
He grabbed my hand, spinning me around until my back lightly hit the wall.
He looked at me and tilted my chin slightly to face him.
"I'm pretty sure it went like this."
He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss.
"Maybe one more to jog my memory?" I giggled.
He leaned down and gave me another.
"Remember now?"
"I think so."
He smiled and held my hand, leading me back to my lodge house, which we made it too much too soon for my liking.
"Tonight was fun. Thanks for planning' everything. It was very thoughtful."
"I was happy to. I had fun too. Maybe we can do this again?" he asked sheepishly.
"I'd love to."
He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Forgetting something?"
"You's can keep the jacket."
"I wasn't talk about that."
"Then what were you's-"
I tapped my lips twice, slightly smirking.
"You's could've jus' said you's wanted another."
"But you's understand me so well."
He gave me another kiss, moving his hands to my waist as he deepened it. I slowly removed my arms from his neck to his chest and shoulder. He caressed my waist as he slid his hands to my hips.

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8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon
FanfictionJaime Kelly, also known as "Books", is the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. She loves her Newsies like they're her family. Every 8 Days she goes to see her best friend, Spot, the "King of Brooklyn". Everything seems to be going pretty normal u...