Walking into her room, Jeanna started wondering how Ramsey was doing, looking at the clock she noticed it was kinda late, but continued to call anyway.
RING RING RING
"Hello." Ramsey answered groggily.
"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's OK, is everything all right?" he asked worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine, we haven't spoken in a couple of days, so I called you."
"So, how are things over there with John?" he asked.
"Great...GUESS WHAT!!" she yelped.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm going to be taking a trip with John, can you guess where?" she said giddily.
"Let me take a stab at it, England?" he replied kind of sarcastically.
"Yep, I don't know when were leaving though." sShe said.
"So, this is how it's gonna be, how depressing, both of my best friends leaving me here all alone." he mocked sadly.
"Well, I won't be gone forever, I have to come back and get a job. Speaking of Julia, have you heard from her?" she asked.
"Yeah, she called me yesterday, she seems really happy. What about you, have you talked to her?" he returned.
"Yeah, she called the other day." Jeanna answered.
"Listen, what are you doing tomorrow?" Jeanna asked.
"I don't really have any plans for tomorrow, why?" he answered.
"Do you wanna do something with me, I think John might enjoy some time alone, he never gets a chance for privacy with his lifestyle." Jeanna continued.
"Sure, just give me a call in the morning sometime." Ramsey answered.
"All right, see you tomorrow then. Bye," she finished.
"Bye." Ramsey ended.
Hanging up the phone, Jeanna started thinking about John, as if she ever stopped.
"Why can't I get him out of my mind?" she asked herself.
I wonder if he's asleep? she thought to herself.
Getting out of bed and putting on her powder blue bathrobe, she grabbed her cigarettes, and walked out into the dark hallway.
Leaning over and listening at the door to see if she could hear him moving around, she was suddenly startled by him opening the door. Feeling silly, she tried to act casual by pretending that she was going to knock.
"Oh, you're awake." she said nervously.
"Yeah, I was just going to see if you were sleeping." he replied seeming slightly embarrassed.
"Are you all right, is something the matter?" she asked sweetly.
"Um...well..no...I'm fine." he replied.
"Would you like to talk in my room?" she asked, wishing he didn't get the wrong idea.
"Sure." he said while following her to the room while seating himself next to her on the bed.
"You mind if I put on a record?" she asked.
"Go ahead." he replied smiling.
Walking over and searching through the stack, she wanted to find something nice and slow. Picking out one of her favorites, she put it on the player, and filled the room with music.
You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. You'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much.
The melody played throughout the room. Just as she sat down, she noticed that John had a strange look on his face.
"John, are you sure you're all right?" she asked concerned.
"I'm fine, but I have one question I want to ask you." he said as he stood up.
"What's that?" she asked curiously.
"May I have this dance?" he said sweetly while holding his hand out to her.
"Yes, you may." she replied smiling uncontrollably.
With her arms around his neck, and his hands placed on her hips, they swayed gently to the music, when he started singing softly in her ear:
You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. You'd be like
heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much, at long last love has arrived, and
I thank God alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of
She could feel his breath softly blowing on her ear, and wished she could stay like this forever.
Being here in this moment, John started thinking.
I think I love her, should I tell her, could she feel the same way? he asked himself. No, that's silly, she could never love me, he concluded in his mind.
As the song ended, Jeanna saddened, she did not want him to leave.
As they stopped and re-seated themselves on the bed, John noticed her face.
"Is everything all right, luv?" he asked her.
"Yes, I'm fine." she replied trying to force a smile.
"Well, then I guess I better be getting back to bed." he said while standing up.
"Wait, John, stay here tonight, you know, not like that, but...just sleep here?" she asked nervously.
"All right, are you sure you're comfortable with that?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just want you to stay here." she replied.
"OK, but you must know, I sleep in me birthday suit!" he said laughing and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Not tonight you don't." she said smiling.
"Oh, all right, for you, this time I'll wear me PJ's." he laughed rolling his eyes.
Getting up and turning off the light, Jeanna reached over and lit her candle, not ready to be in the dark yet. They both jumped in the bed, and pulled up the covers. Reaching over and grabbing her cigarettes, she pulled one out and lit one.
Without even thinking, she handed it to John, for them to share. They lay quietly in the candle lit room, and finished the cigarette, and she then blew out the candle.
Laying there, neither one saying a word, Jeanna started thinking. For some reason, now that she had had him in her life, she couldn't see herself without him, but she knew it must end someday. Thinking about this she could feel stinging tears forming in her eyes.
Hoping John wouldn't hear her sniffle, she tried to stay quiet, but couldn't.
"Are you crying, luv?" he asked in a gentle voice.
"No." she sniffled.
"Yes, you are, what's that matter?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"No, I'm fine, just a bit stressed out." she answered.
"Here, sit up." he told her.
Following his directions, she could feel him lift up the back of her nightie.
"John, what are you doing?" she asked nervously.
"Just relax, luv, don't worry, I'm not going to do anything bad." he said trying to calm her while he began to massage her shoulders and back.
She felt the stress knots begin to fade away, and felt more relaxed than she had in a while. Feeling really drowsy, she grabbed his hand as a signal that he could stop.
"Thanks, I really needed that." she said while re-situating herself in the bed.
"You know what I could use?" he asked slyly.
"What's that?" she said cautiously. OH NO! I hope he doesn't mean what I think! she thought to herself.
"One kiss goodnight." he said smiling and pointing to his cheek, knowing he had startled her.
"Oh, ok." she smiled with relief, she was not ready for what she thought he wanted.
Leaning over to grant his request, he quickly turned his face and they ended up lip to lip. Instead of pulling away, Jeanna continued to kiss him.
The kiss deepened, and they both fell back onto the bed. Continuing to kiss passionately, John had one hand on her back, and one hand running through her hair. Reaching up under her nightie, Jeanna suddenly became very alert and tense, and he noticed.
"What's the matter, luv?" he asked.
"Oh, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I'm not ready to go that far just yet," she said.
"It's all right, don't be embarrassed; we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, if you ever feel like you need to stop, just let me know." he said smiling with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I just thought you might be irritated, I'm sure that someone stopping you is not something you're used to." she said looking off in space.
"It doesn't bother me, actually, it makes me kinda happy, no one has ever wanted to stop me, only because of who I am, but you don't let the fact that I'm a Beatle affect your clear thinking." he replied happily.
"Well, then I guess I don't have to feel bad then." she smiled.
"I have something I think you might be more comfortable with." he said.
Pulling her into a hug, he just held her while they started drifting off to sleep.
"G'night, luv," he said while kissing her forehead.
"Goodnight, John." Jeanna replied dreamily.
At that moment, Jeanna knew in her mind, that she had fallen in love with
him, but tried not to think about it, for it would only bring her more stress
she didn't need.
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