Jon Cozart's POV
When Thomas finally gets released from the hospital, I become shy all over again. Thomas has been amazing these last couple of weeks, but now that I have him completely, physically next to me...I can't even begin to imagine.
The snow falls onto us like littles kisses on our skin. Thomas is still a little weak, so when he grabs my hand, I don't object. We walk hand in hand all the way up the sidewalk and to the apartment. Thomas takes a seat on the couch, and motions me to join him. I sit, and he rests his head on my shoulder. It catches me off guard a little, and I shift so we're both comfortable. Within minutes we end up laying across the couch, Thomas resting on top of me. He looks on the verge of sleeping, and I watch his eyelashes as they slowly fall. Relaxing, I pull him closer to me. Thomas's eyes flutter open and look at me. He smiles and I kiss his lips, "What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing in particular," Thomas murmurs.
"Well I'm thinking about something."
"And what's that?"
"When you were unconscious, laying in the hospital...what brought you back?"
Thomas thinks for a moment. He bites the inside of his lip before answering, "You."
I give him a playful shove, "Shut up."
"No really," he turns so our stomachs press together.
"I woke you up?"
"Yeah. I heard nothing until you spoke."
He lets that sink in and watches my face. He heard me. I talked to him, and he came back to me. I saved him.
"So you could say," Thomas kisses my cheek, "Your voice is my alarm clock."
I gently laugh as he continues, "And I hope to wake up to you every morning."
(AN: Final Author's Note coming soon)
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Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)
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