The date was perfect. The whole way through, Jay was trying his best to make me happy. In a way it felt like he was trying too hard but I didn’t mind. The whole night was amazing.
When we packed up the picnic, we went back to his apartment. He gave me some of his grey sweat pants and one of his tops to wear and we settled down on the sofa to watch a film. We were only a few minutes into the film and I felt Jay staring into the back of my head. I turned round to face him. Our heads drew closer and he kissed me, only gently but it was a loving kiss. It was the kind of kiss that said ‘I genuinely care about you, and I love you.’
I pulled away and leant my head on Jay’s shoulder. I was soon asleep but I felt Jay shift from next to me so that we were laid on the sofa next to each other. He held me round my waist, in a protective way and whispered into my hair ‘I love you Charlotte Fawcett.’
*Jay’s POV*
It was true. I did love this girl that was lying in my arms. She meant so much to me. Should anything happen to her, I will fight for her. Always.
The one thing I couldn’t tell her is that we’re going to America in a month’s time to do some promotion. I never wanted to leave her. I couldn’t. What if something was to happen and I wasn’t here for her? What if something happened to me in America and no one tells her? All these questions were going through my head.
But I knew we’d work it out, somehow.
