Saving Grace

Chapter Thirteen. // My Ungodly, Goddess-like Lover.

Chapter Thirteen. // My Ungodly, Goddess-like Lover.

(Much sexual content, it's descriptive and stuff so yeah, just warning you.😏)

//Noah's P.O.V.\\ (this will only happen two other times in the book)

I drive down the highway with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Jamie's thigh. She's got her feet propped up on the dashboard and is tapping her feet, bobbing her head to the music playing through the speakers while she hums. I can hardly focus with her in the passenger seat or in Jamie's case, the middle seat. Jamie's perfect, I swear to god, she is. With her long, tan legs and small feet that she always covers with mismatched socks.

"You wanna know what I think is kind of cool?" Jamie suddenly chimes after not talking for a while. She just sits there and thinks about who knows what for what seems like hours. She's just so spacey.

I hum in response, running my thumb over the skin of her inner thigh.

"I know so much about you. Like how you grew up or what you usually sleep in, what position. I know how you like your coffee and I know how you style your hair. Which you don't. But you've never told me your favorite kind of food or when your birthday is. It's the facts that I don't know." She says, staring off into no where. "I just know the concepts that make up you." Jamie mumbles to herself, trailing her fingernail down my neck and cheek.

I nod slowly, "yeah. I never noticed but you're right."

Living in Maine has its advantages. One of the biggest ones is that it's hardly populated. So finding a place where we can hide away for an hour or two without being found isn't too hard. There are a lot of trees and back roads, common places Jamie and I like to escape to with each other.

"You hungry?" I ask, squeezing her thigh to gain her attention.

Jamie nods her head, looking over at me and grinning broadly, "yes, so much."

Jamie and I spend a lot of time just driving, we once drove all the way to Caribou, four hours from where we live without even realizing it because we were too caught up in each other. I don't know when it became kind of our thing but it did and now we just drive. I've seen more deer and moose than I have in my entire life over the last few months with Jamie.

It's hard to believe that it's only been like four and a half months but that's all it's been. We've already established so many memories that it seems like I've known her like this my entire life. I can't remember a time before her. I can't remember ever driving in this car all by myself and not wishing she was there next to me. I can't remember a day when I didn't text her or a lunch period where we weren't sitting at a lunch table together with a few of our friends.

She's my best friend.

Jamie is nothing like I've ever wanted. I always wanted someone who was well emotionally balanced and lady-like. I wanted someone who read her bible and wore longer dresses. My mom spent years filling my head with a picture of the perfect, Catholic girl. And after a while, it's what I started feeling that I wanted and needed. It wasn't until Jamie that I realized that I needed a girl who could show me how I should be living, how to have fun and have passion. A well rounded Catholic girl could never bring out this much fire and passion like Jamie does. Not only did I realize she's everything I've always wanted, but everything I've always needed.

"Babe." I blink, looking over at Jamie who's got her fingers lacing through my hair and eyes trained on mine, lips puckering slightly. "Whatcha thinking about?" She asks, scanning my face.