It's 3 a.m. when he wakes, to the unfamiliar scent of lemon and cinnamon and the feeling of something soft on his chest. He opens his eyes slowly and the first thing he sees is red hair splayed across his chest and a porcelain colored arm wrapped around his waist. He couldn't help but smirk at the girl, the girl who had managed to worm her way into his life in the space of just a few hours. He had never felt so, what was the word, connected to anyone ever. She was different in a good way. He had enjoyed talking to her and it intrigued that she was actually able to keep up with his witty banter.
He turns his head slowly to look out the window, careful not to wake the girl sleeping soundly next to him. He froze as he heard her shuffle and snuggle closer into him and inhale sharply. He couldn't help but feel warm at her actions, sure he had been with his very fair share of women but none of them had spent hours trying to get to know him, none of them had ever spent the night and none of them had ever accused him of being a teleshopper, he had to laugh to himself at the last part. But this girl had done all those things and more and he couldn't help but smirk (or was it maybe a smile) at the thought.
His mind started to wander, to what it would be like to wake up every morning to smell of cinnamon and lemon and to that same pale hand wrapped around his waist and maybe even seeing a diamond ring on her left ring finger someday, at that thought he stopped his train of thought. What was he doing ? Thinking about stuff like that, and with a girl he had only for a few hours. Was he falling for her ? No, he was Jacob Palmer, he didn't fall girls, girls fell for him.
But he couldn't help his mind from wandering again, he sees a future with the girl who had kissed him in the middle of a bar, with everyone watching. Oh, yeah she was different alright.
He turns his head towards the clock again and realises that it's nearing 7 a.m. now. Had he really been thinking for that long ? Shaking his head and smirking lightly and rolling over onto his side, careful not to wake the sleeping red head next to him.
He hopes to catch a few more hours of sleep but not before coming to a conclusion that he had always thought that he could by himself happiness but now he's starting to see it from a different perspective, a perspective that includes red hair and the smell of lemon and cinnamon.
Ok please tell me if I should continue this ?
Since it's my first multi-chapter fic, I'm not planning on making it too long.
So yeah please review and tell me what you think.
Thanks ;)