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Her Eyes

she takes me as I am, and that ain't easy.

Mason woke up to shuffling and a very bright light. She groaned, and turned over to look at the alarm on Jordan’s bedside table. 4:11 am. She furrowed her brow and sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes very unsuccessfully. Cocking her eyebrow, she cleared her throat, making Jordan stop rifling through his drawers and turn his head toward her.

“Did I wake you up?” He asked sheepishly. Mason’s stare was enough to make him close the drawer and climb back into bed. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and placed his chin on the top of her head. She knew he was thinking about something, but the moment was too comfortable to interrupt. She knew he’s say whatever it is he wanted to say when he collected his thoughts and sorted out the words.

“What would you do if I told you that you need to get up and pack right now?” He said into her hair, as if to hide his words. She sat up quickly, smacking her head against his chin and causing a small headache to erupt on the top of her skull. She asked him why she would need to pack as she massaged the place where they collided, and he grinned.

Jordan got out of bed and opened a small drawer in his armoire. He pulled out a small envelope and handed it to her, looking like he wanted to jump up and down and cheer at the top of his lungs. Mason opened the envelope and pulled out the plane tickets inside.

“Oh my god, Jordan.” She looked between the man in front of her and the tickets in her hand. For a split second, his heart dropped. ‘It’s too much. She doesn’t want to travel with me. Oh no.’ Then the smile that had captured his heart spread across her face as she launched herself into his arms.

“Paris? I can’t believe it.” They kissed and Jordan held her body against his, savoring the feeling. It wasn’t until much later when they had finished packing and were leaving that he grabbed her hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed each knuckle individually. He murmured the three words he’d been dying to say to her against her hand. And as soon as he said them, she realized she’d been dying to hear them. And then she made a confession that she thought she never would.

“I love you too Jordan.”




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Love it. Please post

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when are you going to post the end of this story?

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This is brilliant!

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