"Morning" he says sleepily. I smile, cuddling into him. "Five more minutes" I beg. He laughs. "Lor we got all day" he says. "We don't travel until this evening. We can stay here for as long as we like." "Until tomorrow morning?" I say, hopefully. He kisses my head. "As much as I'd love that" he says, throwing the covers back and standing up. "I don't think the boss would be too impressed." "Hunter?" I ask, sitting up. "That tosser owes us for everything he's put us through. Jon, we nearly split because of him." He looks at me, shaking his head. "Don't give him credit Lora" he warns. "We were never splitting, that was never an option." "He got off on the drama he created" I say, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on before getting out of bed. "Our whole lives just seem to be his personal plaything, I'm not taking his crap anymore. One more trick and he can shove his contract up his fake tanned arse." I slam the bedroom door shut behind me and head for the kitchen. I don't get even halfway there before the sound of his laughter reaches me. "Lora" he calls, opening the door. "You've got such a way with words! I can't wait until you have to cut a promo!" I turn around to face him, still totally pissed off, but seeing him having to lean on the doorframe for support totally cancels it out, and I'm laughing with him before I know it. "That's naughty" I finally manage to splutter. "I'm hungry, you want feeding?" He nods, pointing at the bathroom. "You sort breakfast" he says. "I'm gonna shower and I'll be right with you." I nod and head for the kitchen, hearing the shower start up a few seconds later.
I've just grabbed a glass from the cupboard when he's behind me. He spins me around and kisses me hungrily. "Jon" I moan. "Breakfast. I thought you were hungry?" "Changed my mind" he moans, pulling the shirt off me and kissing my neck. Damn, he knows how to get to me. We both moan as he slides into me, wrapping my legs around his waist and leaning against the cupboard so he doesn't fall over. "I love you" he whispers. "I love you so much Lora." "I love you too Jon" I moan, resting my forehead against his. "For always. You are my life now. My whole life." I pull my head back and look at him, watching as a single tear runs down his cheek. "I'm not gonna lose you" he vows. I shake my head. "Never" I whisper. He kisses me softly, never losing the rhythm he has built up. "Fuck Lora" he groans, pulling me onto him hard. I moan as he trembles, holding onto the cupboard for balance. His phone rings and he groans, trying to get his breath back. I smile and hand it to him as he puts me down. I pull his shirt back on as he answers, busying myself with making the breakfast while he talks.
"Uh Lor" he says, walking back into the kitchen. "Were you planning on coming with me tonight?" "I thought I just did" I say, frowning. He smirks. "Very good, Mrs Good" he says kissing me. "But we've been called to see Hunter." I groan. "Why do I get a feeling of dread in my stomach every time his name is mentioned?" I ask. Jon nods absently. "What?" I ask, nervously. He shakes his head. "Nothing" he says. "I'm gonna go shower. Won't be long." I frown but nod as he leaves me alone and heads for the bathroom. Something is not right with my husband, and once again it has something to do with Hunter.
I've just put his breakfast on a plate when he walks out, drying his hair. "I'm starving" he says, kissing me before sitting at the table. "Worked up an appetite somehow." I smile and put his plate in front of him. "Eat up" I says kissing his head and ruffling his hair. "I'm gonna go shower and find something to wear, most of my stuff is in the laundry still." He frowns. "Not eating?" he asks. I shake my head. "I had some toast" I say. "Besides, Hunter kinda turns my stomach. Lost my appetite." He smiles and watches as I walk to the bathroom.
"Are you worried about this?" he asks, walking into the bedroom as I'm drying my hair. I watch as he sits on the edge of the bed before replying. "Should I be?" I ask, watching him in the mirror. He wrings his hands nervously, kinda says it all. "What's going on Jon?" I asks putting the hair drier down. He shakes his head. "I don't know" he says quietly. "But Hunter sounded pissed. I mean, real pissed." I nod, picking the hair drier up again. "He's always pissed about something Jon" I say. "Don't stress over it. It's gonna be fine." He nods, looking over at the closet door. "You wearing that?" he asks, looking at the short dress. I nod. "Kinda all I got left" I say. "Need to do some laundry desperately." He smiles, standing up. "I'll go put some on" he says. "My stuff is all ready, so I'm ready when you are." I nod. "About an hour ok?" I ask. He smiles and walks out to start the laundry.
