"He walked into my heart like he always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire."
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"I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You're my first thought in the morning, you're my la...
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Early the next morning, Jessica and Steve were still in bed, wrapped in one another's arms while the sun barely began shining through the curtains.
The woman stirred as light shone brightly through her lids, causing her to groan before moving to stretch. She paused when the weight of an arm tightened around her, her memory of the previous night flashing through her thoughts.
A lazy smile came to her lips when Steve buried his head in her neck, shifting against her. Jessica turned her head and rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms around Steve's neck with a grin.
"Hi, Mr. Rogers," She whispered, bringing a hand to his jaw. Steve's blue eyes were bright as he lazily smiled, murmuring, "Hello, Mrs. Rogers."
A light red hue crossed Jessica's face and Steve chuckled, resting his head in his palm as his elbow was resting on his pillow. Steve's other arm was stretched out across Jessica's stomach, fingers running along her skin.
"How did you sleep, hero?" Jessica questioned softly, looking up to him. Steve's grin widened, "Really well. How did you sleep, Brooklyn baby?"
"Quite swell," She smirked, "I finally had the love of my life sleep beside me."
Steve chuckled and kissed her nose, causing Jessica to tilt her head in question.
"You missed," She rose a brow, puffing out her lips. Steve gave her a confused look, "But I have morning breath."
Jessica only wrapped her arms around his middle, pressing her chest against his, making him blush as she said, "I could care less. We're married now. I'm not getting ready before you get up so you can get this false image of what I look like when I wake up. So, if you're going to kiss me? Properly do it."
"I know what you look like when you wake up," Steve chuckled, pressing his lips to her's briefly, "Remember that time you fell asleep as I read a book to you?"
Jessica hummed, eyes on his lips while she spoke, "I do. It was the first time I fell asleep in your arms. Your poor seventeen-year-old heart."
"It was about to give out," Steve admitted, nudging his nose with Jessica's. The woman smiled and said, "I know. I could hear it because my head fell on your chest."
Steve simply pressed his lips to Jessica's, his fingers going into her hair as he cupped the side of her neck. The couple's legs were tangled when Steve pulled back slightly, breathless.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," He whispered, eyes closed as his chest moved against Jessica's. She smiled, her bruised lips red, "You're going to have to. You and I are a forever kind of thing, hero."
In one single motion, Jessica was on top of Steve, the white sheet pooling at her hips. The man's eyes were wide as he placed his hands on her waist, taking her in.
