I Didn't Plan To Fall In Love.

Chapter 20 : All Night With You.

“I didn’t just fall for him. I gave him my heart, my trust, my everything. And I never wanted it back.” — Wendy

The rain tapped gently against Wendy’s window, a soft lullaby that matched the racing of her heart. Tonight, she wasn’t alone. Wayne was sitting beside her on the bed, legs crossed, hands intertwined with hers. His presence filled the room, warm and steady, as if he carried a little piece of sunlight with him.

“You know,” he said softly, leaning back on his elbows, “I could just stare at you all night.”

Wendy laughed, but her cheeks burned. “Shameless.”

“I know,” he grinned, leaning closer until his forehead rested against hers. “Extremely shameless. And I love it.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing each other in, letting the comfort of closeness speak more than words could. Wendy felt every fear, every scar, every shadow she’d carried start to melt away in the warmth of his arms.

Wayne kissed her gently, a soft press of lips that lingered, teasing and tender all at once. Wendy’s hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper into a kiss that left them both breathless. He broke it with a smile, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice low, almost a purr. “Completely. And I’m yours.”

Wendy’s heart skipped. “I want to be,” she murmured. “All of me.”

He grinned, shameless and proud. “Good. Because I plan to keep you like this. Close. Warm. Mine.”

The evening unfolded slowly, like honey dripping in sunlight. They shared ice cream again, this time in the comfort of Wendy’s room, teasing each other with bites and gentle touches. Wayne had a way of making everything playful and intimate, every kiss, every laugh, every whisper drawing them closer, letting Wendy forget the world outside.

Eventually, they curled up on the bed together, a tangle of limbs, hands clasped, hearts racing. Wayne rested his chin on her shoulder, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone and neck, while Wendy tangled her fingers in his hair, leaning into every touch.

“You feel like home,” she whispered, voice trembling.

“Then stay here,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ll keep you safe. Always.”

Hours passed like minutes. They talked quietly, whispered secrets, and laughed softly when one of them got shy or teased the other. Wayne’s hand never left hers; his fingers intertwined with hers, holding, squeezing, grounding. Wendy let herself relax completely, letting go of walls she hadn’t realized she’d been keeping up for so long.

At some point, Wayne pulled her fully against him, holding her close, her head resting on his chest. She felt his heartbeat, steady and warm, and she closed her eyes, feeling completely safe.

“You’re shameless,” she murmured sleepily, “but I think… I might like it.”

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I know you do,” he whispered. “And I’ll be shameless for you as long as you let me.”

They spent the night like that — talking, laughing quietly, kissing softly, holding hands, and occasionally stealing breathless, shameless kisses that left them both flushed. Wendy had never felt so completely lost in someone, yet so entirely safe.

At one point, Wayne pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of her sleeping peacefully against his chest, then another of their intertwined hands. “Memories,” he murmured. “I want to remember every moment with you.”

Wendy stirred, opening one eye. “You’re shameless,” she said with a sleepy smile.

“And you love it,” he replied, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips before letting them rest together in quiet, comfortable intimacy.

By the time morning light began to filter through the curtains, Wendy realized she hadn’t just survived the storm — she had surrendered to love, completely and without hesitation. Shameless Wayne had stolen more than her heart; he had claimed her trust, her comfort, and her soul.

She turned in his arms, burying her face against his chest, breathing him in. “I never want this night to end,” she whispered.

“Then it won’t,” he murmured, holding her tighter. “I’ll stay. Shamelessly. All night, every night if you let me.”

And for the first time in a long time, Wendy didn’t overthink, didn’t fear, didn’t hesitate. She let herself fall entirely, completely, shamelessly.

Because sometimes, love isn’t just about surviving the storm. It’s about being lost in someone else — and never wanting to find your way back.Like right now she didn't feel like going back, she was following this very path to the end.