The Morning After

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Jacky's POV:

As I lay next to Ryan on the couch, I want nothing more than to let him know I've always felt this way for him. But I can't. Why? Because I don't know how he'd react. If he'd always felt the same way about me, or if I was just a 'booty call.' Even if the sex was my idea, I still feel conflicted on how to process what just happened. All I can do is lay there, naked, next to the man I've always loved. Ryan.

"You feeling okay, babe?" Ryan said, softly. He must've taken notice of my confusion.

"Yeah, I'm alright." I smile at him as he brushes hair out of my face. God, he's so beautiful. I get lost in those big brown eyes of his. He smiles back at me.

"Come on, let's go to bed." He gets off the couch and I follow him into my room. I'll admit it, I was staring at his ass the whole way there. When Ryan laid down on my bed, I crawled on top of him. He's so warm. I just lay there, on Ryan's stomach, for a few moments. He soon flips himself over onto his side, taking me with him. I let out a slight giggle as he does. "Good night, Bunny."

"G'night, Ryan." I reply, softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Jacky." He loves me? My heart pounded faster in my chest. But soon, it calms down. Ryan Erik Seaman loves me. Holy shit! I soon fall asleep in his arms. The next morning, I wake up alone. Well, not entirely. My cat, Bones, is curled up next to me. But Ryan isn't there. I feel a tear fall down my cheek, mere moments before he walks in with a plate of toast. I breath a sigh of relief. "Morning, babe!"

"Good morning!" I replied, cheerfully.

"Made you breakfast."

"Awe, thank you!"

"You're welcome! Now, eat. before it gets cold and gross." He smiles. I laugh and pick up a piece of toast, eating as Ryan and I talk about what we're going to do that day.

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