𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨; 𝙟𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨.

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣; 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙚.

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𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧: "𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬" 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙖.
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𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙮'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫.

I gasped when I walked into the bedroom and then started to laugh.

"I just went down to say goodbye to my maid." I grinned. Jonah had a lit a bunch of candles, taken his shirt off, and scattered rose petals everywhere.

"Is it too much?" His face fell.

"No, it's sweet." I went over and kissed him on the tip of his nose, "Are those the petals from the bathroom?"

"Yeah... sorry." Jonah sat up, "Why were they in there, anyway?" 

"They're meant for the bath." I smiled, amused, "They make the bath smell nice."

"Oh, cool." Jonah nodded, "Anyways..." He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. 

"Anyways." I agreed, letting him kissing me passionately. 

"Wow." Jonah said, breathlessly, his chest rising and falling, "Who would've thought it. Me... I just... had sex with Haley Whited." I hit him, playfully and he laughed. 

"Shut up." I smiled. Jonah laughed, too.

"Started off as strangers in a coffee shop, to friends, to lovers." He sighed, dreamily. He found my hand and took it in his as we both looked up, "Now, here we are, staring at the ceiling."