Almost in Love with You CH 20
Jayden froze completely his heart suddenly hammering like he was some nervous teenager again instead of a grown ass surgeon. “Are yo-” he started, his voire eisming out rough and uncertain. Hat before he could finish the thought, Arianna was already pushing him toward the bathroom with both hands. “Go shower first,” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “And brush your teeth. Seriously. I can still smell the cigarettes. “Also,” she added, her cheeks turning pink, “you really need to quit smoking. Em literally a heart patient. Secondland smoke could kill As the shut the bathroom door between them, Japfen caught a glimpse of her face–red i tomato from her nose to her ears So underneath all that newfound boldness, she was still the same shy girl who used to blush whenever he so much as looked at her. The readication made his chest feel impossibly warm. When he emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later–clean, minty fresh, and trying not to have a panic attack about what was happening–he found Arianna fighting a long battle with sleep ry few seconds before she’d jerk herself awake with determination that was both She was sitting up against the headboard, her eyes drooping shut every adorable and completely unnecessary “Hey,” he said softly, sliding into bed beside her. “Stop fighting it. Just sleep.” The sound he pulled her into his arms, the melted against him like she’d been waiting for permission. Within seconds, she was completely out. Jayden lay there in the dark, holding her sleeping form and feeling like his heart might actually explode from how perfect this moment was. Having her here, safe and warm and trusting him enough to be this vulnerable–it was everything he’d never let himself dream about. He pressed the softest kiss to her hair and let himself drift off, more at peace than he’d felt in a decade. But when he woke up the next morning, the bed beside him was cold and empty. Terror shot through him like ice water. His eyes flew open and he bolted upright, his heart immediately going into overdrive. “Ariana?” he called out, his voice cracking with panic. No Grange curled up on her pillow. No sound from the bathroom. Nothing He threw himself out of bed and ran from the room barefoot, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. The relief that crashed over him when he spotted her in the kitchen almost brought him to his Yoers. She was humming quietly to herself while she moved around making breakfast, Drange weaving between her legs and clearly hoping for scraps to all Jayden approached her from behind, his hands still shaking slightly from the adrenaline crash. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck “Jesus Christ,” he breathed against her skin. “I thought–when I woke up and you weren’t there “Hey, I’m right here,” she said softly, leaning back against him. “Tis not going anywhere.” “I told you I’d handle the cooking.” he said, his voice strough with residual panic. “What’s the point of having a boyfriend if he doesn’t take care of Arianna laughed, reaching up to untie her apron and loop it around his neck instead “Tine, you win,” she said, giving him a gemje push toward the stove. “Show me what you’ve got, chef,” There was something deeply satisfying about taking over for her, about being useful in this simple, domestic way Ower coffee and scrambled eggs, Jayden pulled out the travel guide he’d been obsessing over for the past few days. Alment in love with Your Before That Cruel Summer Took Everything “So, he said, sliding the book areas the table with her karny Twittleking way for a weekend? Just us Arianna’s entice facilit up Hidra’d act like that. Torn back in high slord, the d been the one with wandered, always entering tred places she wanted to visit. He remembered the scrapbook she’d made sophomeer year -pages and pages of photos and He sås remembered destroying it in a fit of a spa sender ye teenage he been. røvery single page and themeing shole thing in the trash like the The memory mailte lir mach clench with the peshed it does. He couldo and the past, the end ghi ber new “Pick anywhere,” he sail. “Money’s no object,” Arianna flapped through the pages with the excitement of a kid in a cately store, her finger finally stopping spread slowing pottery wheels and “Seagrove,” she said pointing at the photos. “It’s this pottery town in North Carolina. Look at all the amazing stadion They we been making there for like two hundred years.” … Read more