Page 95 of Unspoken Confessions
Epilogue
Nick
Two days later…
I blinked my eyes open, a smile on my face as I felt Jameson’s arms around me. Waking up surrounded by his warmth was the best thing ever. I didn’t want to face the day and everything that was waiting out there for me. As shitty as it probably was, I’d left it up to Jen to handle. I knew that didn’t mean I’d get out of it completely, but at least I could have a more organized way of dealing with the aftermath.
Last night had been pretty crazy. I honestly, couldn’t remember much of it. The flashing lights, the questions, they all became one big blur. But Jameson had been by my side the entire night. He was right there, holding my hand or with his big, sexy, strong arm wrapped around my waist. I didn’t think he’d even said five words during the entire thing but his support had been loud and clear. He was amazing through the whole thing.
Oh, and let me tell you, the man looked fucking hot in a suit.
I just kept thinking,‘how am I supposed to get through this night without jumping him?!’
Then it came time to watch the movie. Only, I didn’t watch my own movies because it was weird to see myself like that. And of course, since we are our own worst critics, I scrutinized every little thing I did. I played it over and over in my head, thinking about how I could have done it better. And since the film was finished, there was no way to go back. So for the sake of my sanity, I always skipped out before it started.
That had been the plan, anyway, one that I probably should have clued Jameson on beforehand. However, I had a good feeling it wouldn’t have mattered even if I had. He’d held me there, his beautiful light gray eyes telling me everything I needed to know.
So, for the first time in a long time, I sat and watched a movie that stared me. Jameson held my hand the entire time and suddenly, I wasn’t watching the film through my eyes. I was feeling it through his. With little twitches of his fingers when the plot made him nervous. Or when his thumb rubbed back and forth over my skin, the performance had sucked him in emotionally. Oh, and when he was really moved by something, he gave my hand a little squeeze. And by the end of the movie, right before the credits rolled, he pulled me into his side and placed a kiss on my temple as if telling me I had done a wonderful job and he was proud of me.
I was so gone for him. If I hadn’t realized it before, that moment right there had been like a neon flashing light, blinding me with what was in front of me.
Even if I had known it before, last night had cemented everything in stone. I wasn’t going to let him get away, never again.
I came back to the present as Jameson’s arms tightened around me. The smile on my face grew bigger as he buried his face in my neck and hummed. The feeling of his short beard sent a pleasant shiver through my body.
I rolled over and instantly kissed the middle of his chest. I was in no rush this morning and I didn’t even have any plans of leaving the bed.
He hummed in the back of his throat when I kissed up his chest to get to his lips. Then, not giving one single fuck about morning breath or the fact that we really needed to shower, he pulled me onto him and kissed me until I forgot my name.
“I want this every morning,” I said without realizing that the words were actually coming out of my mouth. My lids were closed and I was desperate for more, but he was taking his time with me.
“We’ll find a way to make it work,” he promised me.
I smiled, then dropped my lips back onto his.
We would, I had no doubts about it.
“I’m not Reed’s bodyguard,” he blurted out in a very Jameson-like way. His tone was flat, his words to the point, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
“I had a feeling you weren’t.”
I left it open for him to tell me more if he wanted to. I really hoped he trusted me enough to do so.
“I, uh.” He paused to clear his throat. “Reed has a team. I’m part of that team. We work on shutting down illegal activity and finding missing people.”
I took a long moment to look down at him before I nodded. I realized he wasn’t saying everything but that was okay. He’d told me more than he was probably supposed to.
“You okay?” he asked sounding a little scared.
“Come shower with me,” I said as I forced myself to roll off him and then reached for his hand. Words weren’t going to do here, so I was going to show him. I was going to give him something to return the trust.
We’d spent every free second of the last two days making up for lost time. My ass was a little sore but that didn’t mean I needed a break. Well, maybe a little one, but there were other things we could do. I had one of those in mind right now. Something I hadn’t done but had thought about probably like a million times.
Under the warm spray, we kissed lazily and ran our soaped up hands all over each other until we were clean.
“Tell me what you want, Nicky,” he said, his voice raw and low. It sent shivers down my spine.
I had so many answers for that question.
