Jess had slept with his share of girls. He had a few who stayed a little while, some were nice, some were beautiful; but nothing compared to waking up with Rory in his arms, snuggled so tightly against him that he was sure their bodies were meshed. He had never crossed this boundary before. Although she had stayed the night a couple times in the past, a silent barrier always stood between them, leaving Jess on the couch and Rory alone in bed. It was unbelievable that with a past like theirs the two had not only never had sex, but this was the first time that they had actually spent a night together in the same bed. It was definitely something Jess could get used to.
She had been pretending to be content in her suffocating life for so long that Rory had forgotten what it was like to really feel happy. She didn't know what was going to happen with Jess but she definitely knew that things with Logan were over. She knew it sounded weak to say this, but despite the damage he had done to her, Logan loved her, and she loved him. Unfortunately loving each other wasn't enough. His anger and depression grew with his responsibilities with the family business. His alcohol intake grew as well. It was a recipe for disaster, and Rory was the innocent bystander who watched it ruin her husband, who in turn ruined her. When she looked at Logan now all she felt was sadness and anger. Sad that such a charismatic young man could be worn down and changed so quickly, and angry that she allowed him to take her with him.
She woke in his arms but remained as still as possible. This was a feeling she could get used to. Of course she had slept with Dean and Logan in the past, but nothing compared to sleeping next to Jess. All night she woke up every hour, only to find him still clutching her body, pulling her closer to him, muttering nonsense words that consisted of her name and "miss you" and "love you." He never woke, and didn't know that he said these things, but she knew. Jess never changed. At least not in his soul. He was more grown up yes, but he was still the quiet, pensive, intellectual he was when she met him. He loved her. Still. After everything that had happened who would have thought the one who hurt her most would be the one who saved her? Their lives were finally in sync, and the timing for once, worked. She smiled while lying in bed, in his arms, knowing this time, it was right.