John’s P.O.V
(The Morning After Sèx)
It was after three hours of sleep when the call came in. I groaned only to stop, the memory coming back to me that in my arms was someone else. My arms wrapped even tighter around her body, loving how warm and gentle she was against my skin. My head moved, skin brushing against my skin as it had been all night long. Our legs were intertwined, laying with the sheets covering our bodies, shielding us from the cold. My heart beat steadily, my chest moving up and down along with her above me. I liked it like that, liked waking up to the smell of her and the warmth of her. I could not remember a time I had woken up to such perfection, my hand drawing patterns on her skin only to nearly jump with the phone went off again.
Pissed could not even begin to
