Sighing, Britany made her way around the apartment she now shared with Rachael and Jason, who had been kicked out of own apartment. Jason had been there for seven weeks. During those many weeks, her love for him had grown stronger.

Her black hair shimmered it’s blue tint as she made her way towards the room he was in – her room. She’d taken to sleeping in bed with Rachael in order for him to live there.

Opening the door, slowly, she peeked her head in, her green eyes peering down at his calm face, so serene. His closed eyes held a world of secrets behind them. A world she was more than willing to dive head first into if he just gave her the word.

The curve of his face mesmerized her. Although it was almost impossible for one to see, his face covered in a thick brown beard, he had a wonderful structure to it. The hair on his head curled tightly and was a complete mess. He called it his “lion’s mane,” due to the fact that it went in a halo-like ring of frizz around his head.

“You gonna get in here or what?” She jumped, his deep voice had startled her. She smiled, crouching down. She had gotten so distracted looking at him, she hadn’t seen that he had been holding his arms out to her. She crawled onto the air mattress and laid down, her back to him.

When his arms wrapped around her not quite so thin frame, he pulled her to him. The indescribable feeling of safety that she always felt when he did this washed over her. The feeling that nothing in the world could get to her, and that he would protect her from everything from birds to her grandmother. The smile that had already playing across her lips grew even wider.

“Mornings,” he muttered, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. Giggling, she inched her body closer to his. “Good morning, handsome,” she replied, softly, lacing her fingers through his, letting her eyes close. “Home,” she thought, “This is my home. This is where I belong.”

His grip on her tightened as he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck and her shoulder. She turned her head and kissed his cheek, knowing that was his favorite non-personal kiss. He kissed her forehead, knowing that was hers. She turned her head away and grabbed his hand, bringing it up to her lips. Pressing her lips against each knuckle, she felt her heart skip a beat.

This was it. She’d fallen in love with him once again.