Jane’s POV:
I woke up the Saturday morning on the couch with an arm holding me in place. It was very similar to the first morning I woke up, but this time I knew who it was, and I smiled glad that he had stayed. We had talked all through the night discussing our hopes and dreams and we had both spilled some secrets.
I tried to get up, but his arm tightened around me. “No, not yet. Just a while longer”
I smiled and turned around to face him. “I need to shower; I still have all of last nights make up on and I honestly need to brush my teeth”
He let go of me “Fine but I am making breakfast”
“I have nothing here, except some biscuits and coffee”
“I’ll go get something”
He jumped up and ran to his house, still dressed in his tux from last night. I smiled as I watched him go.
I walked
