Endlessly (Jamie Dornan) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 16

A/N: I really think you guys will enjoy this chapter, or at least I hope so! I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you kindly for reading! Please keep your wonderful comments coming and don't forget to vote! You keep me inspired :) xo

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The smell of bacon filled my nose as I slowly began to awaken. My room was barely illuminated by a sliver of light peeking through the crack in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes, helping them adjust. I could hear the sound of Jamie's light snoring beside me. Lifting myself up on my elbow, I watched him sleep; the rhythmic rise and fall of his sheet-covered chest leading up to his unshaven face since he'd forgotten his razor. I smiled at the messy waves on the top of his head. He looked incredibly peaceful and undeniably gorgeous lying in my bed. Since I really had to pee, I resisted the temptation to kiss his parted lips. There was a chance if I woke him, I'd become consumed by his charm.

I gently rolled out of bed and tiptoed across the room, slowly opening the door as to not disturb him. Flipping on the light in my bathroom, I squinted and cursed myself, once again rubbing my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. I walked past my reflection in the mirror, doing a double take. What the hell was on my neck? I moved closer to inspect it.

A hickey. Seriously? Were we in high school again? I was going to kill him.

I resumed my task, relieving myself before I brushed my teeth and headed back into the bedroom. Jamie was still fast asleep. I crawled under the covers, curling up against his warmth. He felt like an oven. I closed my eyes when his arm lazily wrapped around my back and he audibly yawned.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered.

I peered up at his heavy eyelids. "Morning, babe."

He closed them again briefly before rolling on his side, me still in his arms. He met my gaze with wider eyes as he slowly began to arouse.

"Notice anything different?" I asked.

He searched my face with a wrinkled forehead, running a hand through my hair. He finally shook his head.

I tilted my neck so he could see.

He began chuckling before sliding a finger over the red lip print. "Oops?"

"Yeah, oops. How will I explain that one? I haven't had to cover a hickey since..." I slammed on the breaks. "Never mind."

"It looks good on you." He leaned in and kissed me softly.

"Always trying to kiss your way out of trouble."

He batted his eyelashes, making me giggle.

"You're lucky you're cute," I joked.

"Cute?"

"Mhmm."

I slowly dragged the light blue sheet down his frame, stopping once it rested right at his pelvis. I drank in the shadows of his body in my dimly lit room, the delicious curves and silky smooth flesh.

"How are you mine?" I whispered, mainly to myself as I was thinking out loud.

"You only want me for my body." He smiled.

"Pfft," I huffed. "Then why'd I deny you when you were clearly offering that night in my apartment?"

"Oh, it was clear was it?"

I nodded in amusement.

"Fine. You only want me for my fame."

We both snickered at that.