JC slowly opened the blinds, letting the mid-day sunshine sweep through the room, illuminating it with a deep golden color. Jess was still asleep, her dark lashes resting on her cheeks, a thin smile filling her lips. She sighed as she snuggled closer to the pillow, her eyes fluttering.

"JC?" she asked softly, her eyes opening slowly, searching for him.

He smiled climbing onto the bed, pressing his cheek into her bare back, his stubble running over her smooth skin. "Yeah, baby?" he responded kissing the back of her neck gently, his hand slinging around her back lightly.

She sighed into the pillow, before answering him, the moment seeming somewhat surreal in her mind. "JC," she said softly, "do you think we made a mistake?" she asked.

He sighed. It was just like her to question the situation, to analyze it until it had lost all meaning, the sentimental value washed away by her doubt. "Do you think we made a mistake?"

She shrugged, the bones in her shoulders raising gently. "I don’t know, I hope not," she said as she turned to him, wrapping the deep blue sheets around her frame. But she knew they hadn’t. The only mistake they had made was breaking up in the first place, being away from each other for so long.

"JC," she said again, this time dreamily, "do you still mean what you told me that night in New York?" she asked.

That night in New York when he had first professed his everlasting love for her, the night they’d first made love, sealed their fate. He swallowed, pressing his lips together, and nodding, afraid that his admittance would shake her.

"Good," she responded simply, looking to him, her eyes glowing with a sense of sheer happiness. "Because I was afraid that you wouldn’t anymore," she admitted, frowning.

"Does this mean you want to get back together?" he tried, his head on the pillow now, his hand resting on the curve of her hip.

She nodded.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he questioned, leaning his forehead against hers. He ran his fingers down the side of her arm, pressing a kiss into her shoulder which peeked from beneath the sheets.

She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck then nodding.

"And what makes you so sure?" he asked her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel rushed, to have her venture into their love once again, this time unsure, her heart still stuck on the events from before.

She jutted her bottom lip out, gnawing on it gently before she opened her mouth to speak, "The way you open the door for me…" she paused as she noticed a small smile curving over his full lips. "The way you make breakfast for me on Sundays…The way I feel when you kiss me…and the way you sing to me before I go to sleep…" she stopped, nuzzling his neck gently.

"…And if that’s not enough," she whispered, "I love you."

The End

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