Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty-Three

Thomas Sanders's POV

I watch the door click shut. Jon stands facing the door, and it takes a second for him to realize he won. It takes another second before he turns back to me. He breathes heavily, and his whole body is tense. Slowly, he turns and sees me. One step at a time, he watches me, cautiously waiting for me to say something. The closer he gets to me, the more I see his muscles loosen. His hands fall out of the fists they were previously in. He returns to his seat next to me.

"Hi," I say. My voice is deep and masked with underuse.

"Hi," he looks at me incredulous.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just..." his head tilts slightly.

I watch Jon's gaze. It makes his way up and stays at my lips before he reaches my face. His emerald green eyes watch me intently as I touch his forehead. His bangs hang over his face, so I brush them away. He tenderly rests his hand on my own. He smiles, and I smile back. I move my hand to the back of his neck as he bends down. We are only centimeters away, and I feel his warmth breath. His lips meet mine, and I kiss him. I put a million words into this one simple kiss. I feel so many emotions, so many apologies channeling through, and I know he feels it too. 

Jon pulls away, breathless. I've never felt this way before. It feels like I was longing for something, and I'm just now realizing it's been right in front of me of me this whole time. Jon's not perfect, but neither am I. That's something I feel can bring us together. It will take some time, I know it will be worth it.

He pulls away and I watch his expression. It goes from wonder to disbelief.

I look at him curiously. He sees my expression, and shakes his head. He leans down again, this time pressing his forehead against my own.

"Stay with me?" I whisper.

Jon smiles.

And that's all I need.