Back at the hotel room you ring out your cold hair before getting into a hot shower. The damn rain ruined your moment on the peer and you had to run back, soaked by the time you got there. John is out getting something for dinner since you both don't feel like going anywhere and you dress quickly in pajama bottoms and a loose sweatshirt, still not being able to shake the chill from being caught out in the rain.

John's hair is wet when he gets back with some hamburgers from a local diner and he's so sexy as you watch him take off his damp clothes, wanting to take a shower before he eats.

"Enjoying the show?" He asks, sliding his shirt over his shoulders and hanging it to dry.

You grin as you dig into the bags he set on the table. "Best I've ever seen, five star rating."

"Really? That good, huh?" He slips off his shoes and grabs a towel.

"Well, I mean… I don't have much to compare to." But even if you did, you know this is pretty damn good. "Guys don't usually strip in front of me."

"Good, let's keep it that way." He grumbles and tells you not to start without him.

"Okay, fine." You eat just one french fry. "Can we eat in bed? Like a slumber party?" You call out to him. He left the bathroom door cracked open and you hear the water turn on. "Ohhh! You got us chocolate milkshakes too?"

He pokes his head out, hair hanging in his eyes and he's looking down like he's embarrassed about something. "Um… mine is strawberry."

Don't laugh. Do not laugh. "Strawberry is a very manly flavor, Mr. Wick. I'm not judging."

"I can feel you judging from here."

"I am not!" You giggle and jump on the bed, telling him to hurry up because now you're getting hangry.

He only takes a few minutes and when he walks back into the room with just a towel around his hips you have to look away while he dresses for bed. No need to torture yourself anymore than you already do. His hair is slicked back and his beard is shaped nicely for the wedding. You're glad for once there are no bruises or cuts anywhere on his gorgeous face and you can't wait to see him in a suit again, especially knowing he won't get hurt this time.

"So what should we do tomorrow before the wedding?"

John sits next to you and gets comfortable before you hand him his milkshake, smiling teasingly. He gives you a stern look and you zip your lips with your fingers and throw out the key. That seems to satisfy him and he relaxes. You have a feeling that you just learned one of his deepest, darkest, stupidest secrets.

"Well, I thought you'd enjoy a spa day." He says. "So I booked an appointment for a massage and some other stuff… something with mud I think?"

You're speechless and your mouth is hanging open from the bite you were about to take, but now all you can do is watch John nibble on a fry while he waits for your reaction.

"You did that? Really?"

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

Right away you become nervous. You've never had a massage and it's not only because you couldn't afford it. You were never really comfortable getting naked in front of someone either. John obviously doesn't mind seeing your body, every curve included, but that doesn't mean you didn't test him a little either. Secretly you thought once he saw you, even a little of your body, he would stop flirting and stop trying to be with you. Over the last few weeks you slowly realized that wasn't going to happen.

"What are you thinking?" John asks gently.

You want to be honest with him, but you don't know how to explain what you're feeling. "Do people have to get naked when they get a massage?" You blurt out.

He blinks at you, considering your question. "I think you can do whatever you're comfortable with. Is that what you're worried about?"

"Kinda."

John looks down, searching for what he wants to say. "I don't want to discount what you're feeling, but I don't suppose telling you how incredibly bea-"

"Stop. Don't." You shut your eyes and take a breath. "You know what? It's fine. I'm all about trying new things, right? This is really good for me."

"I can cancel it if you want."

"Nope." You're resolved and determined now. "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of that massage. Thank you for booking it."

"Good." He starts to eat again and you do too. "Would it make it worse or better if I told you it's a couple's massage?"

You choke and nearly spit out your food. But once you process, you actually would feel better with John there and the thought instantly soothes your anxiety. Now you really are looking forward to it and glad that John gets to enjoy something too. You give him a thumbs up as you drink your milkshake, trying to clear your throat. When you do, you want to ask a question that you have to be sure is worded right.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." John gathers all of the wrappers and throws it away. He looks at you expectedly but you tell him to hold on, that you're thinking.

He gives you some space, going to brush his teeth in the bathroom and washing up for the night. When he gets back, you do the same and turn off most of the lights before getting back into bed, sitting close to him and tugging on the bottom of his shirt.

"Do you…" You start off slowly. "Do you ever get self conscious about your scars?"

He doesn't seem offended at all and rests his back on the pillows. "Not really. Everyone I know has a lot of scars like I do. We all have tattoos. It's a right of passage, I guess you could say. I got a little nervous when Helen saw them at first... and you…"

"... you were easier because you already knew what I do for work. I told Helen I got them in the military. Tomorrow at the massage place… I don't know, I think they see a lot so it never really crossed my mind."

"They are pretty badass." You tell him, getting under the blankets. It's still raining and you hope the weather clears for tomorrow. The bride is probably a nervous wreck. "So, just me and Helen? No one else?" You're secretly trying to figure out how many relationships he's had without asking him.

He gets what you're trying to do and nods. "Yeah. Just you and Helen."

You don't say anything because you're not sure if you really believe him. He's too handsome not to have had a ton of girlfriends. But, he did grow up in the oddest way so maybe he didn't have time or energy. "How did you and Helen meet?"

He looks at you with curiosity in his eyes, probably wondering why you want to know. "We met at a bookstore. I bind old books as a hobby and was there looking for a new project, and she was browsing after a lunch meeting."

"Did you go up to her or did she come up to you?"

John bites his lip and strokes a hand down his beard. "She came up to me."

That is surprising, especially considering how forward he is with you sometimes. You thought for sure he'd be the aggressor. Now knowing that he's not usually the one to make a first move is creating such a deeper affection for him.

He looks at you, almost timidly, like you just cracked another code and you decide to change the subject. "You know what I never got to do? I never got to take my pop quiz on where to stab a guy."

John laughs and you see the vulnerability leave his eyes. "You think you can ace it?"

"Do I get some sort of prize if I do?"

He looks at your lips. "Yeah, definitely."

"Okay, lay back." You grab a band and wrap your hair on top of your head. "This is very serious now, I need to concentrate."

"Yes, ma'am." John does what you tell him and the ma'am makes a tingle run over your skin.

"There's eight, right?" You scoot next to him and sit cross legged. His hair is jet black and fanned across the pillow, and you don't think before you push it behind his ears.

"Right."

"Okay, one." You touch his temple and then slide your fingers to the back of his neck. "Two." He nods and is watching you closely. "Three, the eyeball." You pause, trying to remember.

"Do you need a hint?"

"No! That's cheating. Oh, the armpit." You try to tickle him but he just smiles. "Okay and then… don't tell me." You trace your hand down the middle of his chest. "The heart and lungs. The aorta."

"The aorta." He repeats softly, letting his eyes close.

"The liver." You let your hand dip under his shirt and rub at his warm skin, scratching your nails down his side. He doesn't move. "The crotch." You can't help but notice the slight bulge in his pajama pants, but you ignore it completely. "And behind the knee?"

He exhales slowly and opens his eyes. "See, you would make a good nurse."

You lay down beside him. "That's funny. I couldn't even remember any of the arteries you told me."

"Well, you still got them all so I consider it a pass."

"Yeah? So I get a reward?"

He leans on an elbow and now he's perched over you. "What would you like?"

"Hmm." You think about telling him what you really want, but you just can't yet and point to your cheek. He kisses you softly and lays back down.

"John?"

"Yes?"

Now you lean up over him. It's hard to look at him in the eyes but you try your best. You remind yourself that you're allowed to ask him questions. "Why are you always flirting with me?"

He doesn't hesitate. "Because I like you."

"Do you like anyone else… in the same way you like me?"

"No."

"So… if something romantic were to happen between us, what would that mean?"

His feet brush against yours under the sheets and it's comforting to be touching him. "To me? I guess it would mean doing the same things we have been, spending time together and getting to know each other." He looks at your mouth again. "Just with maybe some... additions."

You agree, placing your hand on his stomach and he quickly moves to hold it there. "What if you were to find someone one that you really liked? Way more than you like me."

He tilts his head and furrows his brow. "Why would you ask me that?"

There's so many reasons, you can't believe he wouldn't already know. "I don't want to get hurt. I still think I'm not good enough for you. I don't want to lose what we have right now."

His voice is soft. "Have I ever made you feel like you weren't good enough?"

You notice that he doesn't say anything about getting hurt or losing your friendship. "No." You frown. It's all in your head and you know it. "But I see the way women look at you."

"But I'm only looking at you."

But for how long? How could you possibly keep his interest? For now though, you take John's word for what it is and try to give him a smile. "Thanks for answering my questions."

He squeezes your hand and pulls on your arm, wanting you to lay beside him. "Thank you for asking them, I know that was hard for you."

"Yes, it was definitely…. Hard."

You shriek when he attacks and can't stop laughing until he decides he's done tickling and pinching at your kneecaps. After turning off the last light, you snuggle up to his chest and sigh happily when you feel his arm wrap around you. "Go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."

There's a press of his lips to your forehead. "Yes, ma'am."

The smell of coffee wakes you up and John had let you sleep in way later than you wanted. You're pretty sure he turned off your alarm, but you're not positive. The way he's watching you run around to get ready, sipping his coffee with an amused smile on his face though, you're fairly certain he's guilty.

"John, this is not funny. Now I have to rush."

"Relax, we have plenty of time." He says, pouring you a cup. "Here, sit down and have some coffee with me."

"No, I don't want any coffee."

He gives you a disbelieving look but it's true for once. Your stomach is in knots.

"You really don't want any?"

You throw open the blinds and it's a relief to see the sun shining. "Not right now, I'm too nervous."

John quickly gets up and goes to you, grabs your hand and drags you to sit down next to him on the bed. "Hey, come here. Talk to me. What are you nervous about? The spa?"

"No…" You wrap your bathrobe tightly around your chest, rocking forward a little to try and get your stomach to settle down. "I think it's mostly about the wedding."

His hand finds its way to your back and gently rubs up and down. "I'll be with you the entire time. I won't take my eyes off of you."

Inwardly you cringe because you really don't want to tell him this. It hit you late last night while you were trying to sleep, envisioning the wedding and the guests and dinner and… conversations. "I guess… I guess I'm just embarrassed."

He stops rubbing and you sit up a little. "About what?"

"Um…" You sigh and press your fingers to your temples. He takes your hand and brings it to his lap.

"Do you know you always rub your forehead when you're stressed?"

You give him a weak smile. "Is that why I have a dent?"

"Stop, you do not. Can you tell me what you're embarrassed about?" He's being so sincere that you can't not tell him.

"What if someone starts talking to me? And they ask what I do for work?"

John searches your eyes, trying to understand. "You tell them?"

"I'm embarrassed I work at a gas station, okay?" You spell it out for him. "There, I said it."

"Oh… well, why?"

All you can do is stare, trying to get him to understand through your seriously look.

"I'm sorry, I guess I don't get it. People need gas, right?

You nod.

"Don't forget you're an assistant manager now, right?"

You nod again.

"You're going back to school, you're working full time, you're in charge of a bunch of kids and deal with customers all day long. I could never do that."

"Really?"

"Yes." John starts to squeeze at your neck where he knows the spot of tension lives. "You took incredible care of your grandmother. You got yourself out of a shitty relationship."

You raise your eyebrows at that. Not your greatest moment.

"Well, maybe it wasn't the best way but still… you are resilient, you know that? You're hard working, you're dedicated, you're caring, you make me laugh-"

His lips are soft when you shush him with your fingers. "Okay, I get it. Thank you."

"I can keep going."

"Well…" You hesitate again. "There's just one more thing…"

"Tell me."

"Will there be dancing?" You ask him earnestly. "And if so, can we not dance anywhere near the cake?"

He gives you an odd look and nods. "Sure."

Feeling a lot better you get up and unpack some clothes for the spa. You're not really sure what you should wear but John has on his regular jeans and a black t-shirt so you follow with something simple too.

When you're in the bathroom brushing your hair, he puts a cup of coffee down on the counter and okay yeah, it's probably why you're in a mood. "Thanks... but I was only cranky because I was nervous. Not because I haven't had my coffee yet." Just the smell of it calms you down and you cradle the mug to your chest.

John just smirks. "Feel better?"

"Maybe."

"Are you ready to go?"

You take one last sip and grab your bag. "Yes, I'm ready."

As it turns out, there was nothing to be nervous about. Once you saw the place and met the ladies giving the massages, you were able to loosen up and enjoy it. John's eyes were on you the whole time, making sure you were comfortable and you can't keep your eyes off of him either, wanting him to have a good time too.

The masseuse was very reassuring when you pulled her aside and asked what you should wear. She told you for the best possible massage you should be naked, but John was right and you could wear whatever you wanted, so in the end you took your bra off but left your underwear on. Maybe, if there's a next time, you'll be able to undress all the way.

Once John sees that you're okay, he closes his eyes and you think he might have fallen asleep, but he keeps peeking at you. The hour goes by quickly and the both of you laugh when they give you a mud wrap, leaving you in the room by yourselves to let it dry. Both of you are blissed out, giggly, and relaxed.

It was probably one of the best experiences you've had and with John being there too, it made it all the more special. There's still a few hours before the wedding so you get lunch and head back to the room for a nap and another walk along the beach before getting ready.

Your dress fits perfectly and you fix your hair like Carla suggested, leaving your neck bare with just your silver cross necklace. When you walk out of the bathroom, John is dressed in a dark navy suit with a black button down shirt and black silk tie. He looks amazing and you realize that your clothes match, being two different shades of blue and if you're completely honest with yourself for once, the both of you look very good together.

"Hey, John?" He steps away from the mirror after straightening his tie. You love this look, with his hair slicked back and beard trimmed neatly. His dark eyes are fixated on you and the nerves are starting to swarm again. "I have something for you."

He glances at your mouth. "Okay?"

You hold out the small black box you had been hiding in your hand. "Don't freak out, I just saw it and thought of you." You think back to the flannel bathrobe he bought you to keep at his house.

"What's this?" John takes the box slowly, like he can't remember the last time he was given a gift.

"Just a little something from a friend." You want to tell him that this is a small thank you for everything he's done but you don't think he'd appreciate it. He'd probably take offense because he never wants to be given any gratitude for even the smallest things he does all the time.

He lights up when he sees the cufflinks and he just stares at them for a while, and then looks at you with the softest eyes. "These are really nice. Thank you."

"Do you like them?"

"Very much."

You watch as he changes them out with the cufflinks he was already wearing. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, you see John in the mirror look at the cufflinks about a million times. It's really cute and you think that you did good.

Right before you leave for the wedding you put a small wrapped present in your bag. You give John a wink and tell him to come on, you don't want to be late.

The sun is setting beautifully as the bride comes down the aisle and you're surprised at the prick of tears at your eyes. She looks like an angel. She looks happy and so does the groom. Is this what happy looks like? You hold it together and throughout the ceremony John's hand is on your knee. Your mind drifts as the minister continues… you had completely forgotten about how John will introduce you. Will he say you're his friend? Friends don't usually hold hands and in private it's fine because the two of you have a certain understanding, but will he do it in public with all these people here, in front of his friends?

You don't give him a chance and keep your hands clasped to your purse when they finally kiss and everyone makes their way to the tent for drinks and dinner. John doesn't notice at first, touching your back or your hip. He looks at you oddly though, when you turn away as his palm slides down your arm. You give him a fake smile and now he's looking at you with concerned eyes when Marcus approaches.

"John! It's wonderful to see you." Marcus reaches his hand out first to John and then to you.

"Hello," You smile warmly at him, he seems like a nice guy. "It's great to finally meet you."

"You as well... ?"

John introduces you and Marcus waves his glowing bride to come over. "This is Julie," he says proudly and there's another round of pleasantries. John doesn't say who you are in relation to him, just your name and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Julie is tall and vibrant with long dark hair and light eyes. She would be intimidating if she wasn't so nice. "Thank you so much for coming, I've been wanting to meet you, John. I've heard so much about you."

John gives a polite nod and you know it's because he hadn't any idea she existed before he got that wedding invitation in the mail.

"You look good, John. You look happy." Marcus says, briefly looking at you.

There's his hand again at your back, pulling you closer. "I am very happy. You look good too. Thank you for inviting us."

"Of course." Julie beams brightly and turns to you. "I love your dress, it's such a pretty blue." She tells you, feeling the fabric.

"You're magnificent." You blurt out and everyone laughs wholeheartedly.

"I have to thank you for the juicer, John. It arrived a few days ago." Marcus says.

Julie agrees, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, thank you. I'm hoping some of the juices Marcus makes come out a little tastier."

"Now honey, they're good for you."

Both you and John smile at them until they get pulled away to greet more friends and family. There really isn't a gift table so you put the present down next to the guestbook where you know they'll find it.

"What is that?" John asks. "I already got them something."

"It's a juice cookbook." You whisper. "I had a feeling they'll need it."

John's smile is soft. "Smart."

"Should we find our seats?" You ask, looking around. It's a very small group of people that they invited, mostly looking like Julie. Probably her family, you figure, if Marcus grew up the same way John did. "Do you see any other um… of your friends here?"

"No." John says thoughtfully, looking around too. "I must be the only one who came."

"Or the only one Marcus invited."

"Maybe." John tries for your hand and you shift away again, but not slyly enough.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm great!" You close your eyes because John knows you better than that. "Okay, so I don't think we should hold hands. People will think we're together."

"So what if people think that." His voice is low, in that calculating way where he says exactly what he's thinking, but careful of how he says it. He doesn't want to scare you, but he's also challenging you too.

"I don't want to have to explain that we're not. That's awkward."

A waiter comes by with a tray full of champagne flutes and you graciously take one. John shakes his head and you wonder if he'd rather have bourbon or if there's a reason he's not drinking.

"But we did come here together."

"John, that's different and you know it." You take a sip and he's watching you closely, trying to figure you out.

"What if I want to be together?"

You glance at a group of young ladies who've had their eyes on John the whole night. "What if there's a gorgeous bridesmaid who wants to go home with you?"

"That would never happen."

You give him a doubtful look. "Why's that? I could get a different room for the night." You're testing him, but he's staying calm. There's a twist in your stomach though because what if he agrees with you? What if he calls your bluff?

He crosses his arms over his chest and you wonder if you crossed a line. "Is there a reason you think I would do that to you?"

Well, fuck.

You look up at him with wide eyes and hope that he can see how sorry you are, how you let that self doubt speak without thinking about it first. Usually you can quiet down the voice, but somehow it still escapes now and again.

He does see your regret and moves his arms to circle around you, making you take a step forward and take a deep breath, his cologne calming your insecurities. "I'm sorry." You tell him quietly.

"Can we go eat now? Have some fun?"

You grab his hand and squeeze it tight. You don't let go for the entire evening.

It did turn out to be a fun night. Really fun. The food was good, the people were nice, John actually danced and you didn't fall into any cake.

"Why did you tell me you couldn't dance?" You ask, turning on the lights as you walk into the room. "You're an excellent dancer. When did you learn?"

"I never did." John spins you around and hugs you to his chest. "I guess it's from knowing judo and jiu-jitsu."

"Oh, of course. I should have known." You laugh and start to sway in his arms as he moves. "John, what are we doing?"

"We're dancing."

"There's no music."

"Are you complaining?"

"No." You put your arms around his neck and gaze up at him, proud of yourself that you're able to make eye contact. "What was your favorite part about today?"

"Hmm." John's hands are confident on your back now, his fingers finding some bare skin and stopping there. "It was good to see Marcus."

"Yeah?" Smiling, you lean back in his arms. "So, you're saying I was right about coming to the wedding?"

John sighs heavily, but he's grinning too. "Yes, dear, you were right."

The pet name makes you tremble with delight. "That's music to my ears. I'm not usually right about a lot of things."

"That's not true." John says automatically, always correcting any negative opinion of yourself. "I liked watching you get a massage today too. It was good to see you relax."

"I could say the same thing. You deserve a million massages."

John's voice is teasing as he looks at you. "Can I pick who my masseuse is?"

It makes you look away and bury your face in his shoulder before you have enough courage to look at him again. "Do you want to know what my favorite thing about today was?"

"Always."

"Who am I jealous of again? Libby?" She was an adorable little girl with a big pink dress and auburn pigtails. She stood on John's feet as he danced them both around. It was probably the cutest thing you've seen in a long time. Watching him twirl her around absolutely sealed the deal if it wasn't already before.

"Yes, Libby. And Nana." He also danced with Julie's grandma a few times, who had to keep her walker nearby until she knew John wouldn't drop her. "You might have some competition."

"Oh damn," You breathe out, threading your fingers through his hair. "I need to step up my game."

John agrees and glances down. "Did I tell you how pretty that dress is?"

"Well, no Mr. Wick, I don't believe you did. Do you like it?"

He traces little circles along your arms with his fingertips and it makes you shiver. "You could be wearing a trash bag and I would like it."

You laugh lightly. "Carla would so not approve. And you look very handsome tonight, did I tell you that?" Although you think he looks handsome every day.

Your compliment surprises him. Usually you're too shy to say such things and don't want to encourage him either. "Thank you. It's a new suit."

Gasping, you start to inspect the material. "You mean there's never been blood on it before?"

"Never." His eyes trace down your face, stopping at your mouth.

"That reminds me, I have a work question for you."

"Now?"

"Mmhm."

"Go ahead."

"Are assassins good kissers?"

He immediately lifts his eyes in shock. "What?"

"I mean, I've been wondering. I could ask Marcus if he knows anyone…" You squeal when John's fingers start tickling and you leap on the bed for safety, stretching out on your back and kicking off your shoes. He follows and leans over you, with a hand on your hip and his brown eyes focused.

"Or I could ask Jimmy if he knows any other assassins…" You joke again and John just shakes his head in amusement.

"Are you sure you want to find out?"

You look up at him and nod, not saying anything.

"You know this will be the start of something, right?"

You nod again.

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes." You tell him softly.

"Because once this happens I probably won't be able to stop."

"Okay."

"Okay?" He's leaning down now and… wait, what exactly did he mean?

"Wait." You push on his shoulder and he pauses patiently. "You won't be able to stop?"

"What? Oh no, not that." He brushes his nose along yours. "I just meant I'm gonna wanna kiss you every day after this."

"Ah." You're breathless. "Okay."

You finally let your eyes close and his lips are so gentle over yours in the sweetest kiss. You don't know what you were expecting, but this is pure perfection. There's nothing that will ever compare to John's mouth, hot and slow, moving with intent to taste you. His hand goes to your neck, angling you slightly and you feel his tongue slip next to yours and you can't help the moan of pleasure that fills the room. The sound makes you stop and at first you're embarrassed, but he just goes in harder, deeper like he can't hold back either and you let him, you want him so badly that you open up and give in and it feels so fucking good.

He pulls away to check on you but he's breathing heavily. "Is this okay?"

You push his hair back so you can see his face and scratch your fingers through his beard. "Assassins are good kissers."

He just smiles before leaning down again, hungry for you this time, almost desperate as his mouth presses at yours and now it's John who lets out a low whimper.

You feel flushed as you pull away and he chases your lips. "Should we stop?"

"Stop?" His eyes fill with worry.

"This dress isn't that comfortable."

"Oh." He kisses you again. And again. "Yeah, okay."

You both sit up slowly, dizzy with affection and just sit on the bed for a moment, gathering your thoughts. John watches as you get up and walk around the bed to stand with your back in front of him.

"Can you unzip my dress?"

"Sure." He gets to his feet as the zipper comes down and he takes the opportunity to slide his hand across your skin that's becoming exposed. His lips meet your shoulder, then move up your neck with heated kisses. All you can do is close your eyes and try to keep your legs straight, your knees becoming shaky as his teeth nip and play at your earlobe.

"I need to take a shower." It comes out weak and you let him keep kissing you, even turning your head so he can have better access.

"Okay." He doesn't move except for his mouth. "Would you like any company?"

That makes you turn around and give a surprised laugh. "I think you need to take a cold shower." You glance down. "Alone."

"But that's not fun."

You grin, cheekily. "Looks like a lot of fun to me."

He practically makes a growling noise and kisses you again. "I could kiss you all night."

"Don't tempt me." You push at his shoulder and he finally takes a step back.

"I'm sorry. I'll control myself." He composes himself, taking a deep breath and brushing his hair back with both hands.

You take his tie and pull on it, making him lean towards you and meet his lips quickly. "I could kiss you all night too, okay? But let me get out of this dress first."

"Are there any more zippers you need help with?"

You laugh and push him again so he sits on the bed and you run a finger over his lips. "Behave."

"Yes, ma'am."

Not even a shower is enough to calm your nerves but it does wake you up a little. The last thing you want is to fall asleep mid makeout session with John. It was a perfect day, but it was long too and your feet hurt from the new shoes. Quickly, you finish up and wish you had brought something a little sexier to sleep in rather than the usual shorts and tank top, but it'll have to do.

John's eyes light up as you crawl on the bed and along his body, laying down next to him. He's just in an undershirt and boxers now and you can see that the few minutes away from each other has calmed him down.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

He turns on his side, his hand cradling your cheek. "Are you going to fall asleep?"

You try not to yawn. "... no."

"Hmm." He kisses you softly. "I think that's a yes."

"I promise I'll stay awake."

He gives you a doubtful look but gets up anyway. "If you fall asleep I'm kissing you until you wake up."

You snuggle down into the pillows and smile at him. "Like sleeping beauty?"

"I don't think I'm any prince charming." He replies, getting a towel and his toothbrush. "But yeah, if that's what it takes."

"You're my charming assassin, how about that?"

Leaning over, his hair is falling in his eyes and he gives you a quick kiss. "I like it."

You don't mean to but you doze off a little and startle when he gets back into bed, damp and fresh with just pajama pants and no shirt. "You're tempting me…" You murmur, moving your head to his chest and try not to stare at the long jagged scar sliced into his skin.

"My apologies." He finds your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your open palm and shifts to his side. "I need to change my answer."

You kiss him a few times before giving him a questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"When you asked about my favorite part of the day." His eyes travel up and down your face. "This is definitely it."

"Me too. Why did you take so long to kiss me?"

"Excuse me?" He deadpans. "Don't tell me I missed a hint like a month ago or something."

"I'm just kidding." You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he's almost laying on top of you. "Thank you for being patient."

His nose skims down your neck, his huge hands kneading your arms. "Thank you for trusting me. I know it hasn't been easy."

"I've always trusted you, John. It just took some time to trust myself."

He nods and his eyes are soft when he pulls back to look at you. "I know. It's one of the things I like most about you. Watching your journey so far… it's been inspiring."

"Really? Inspiring?" You find it to be an interesting choice of word for him to use.

"Yeah. It's like every day you find something new to be happy about."

You run your hand down his chest, stopping at his stomach which is surprisingly soft with hard muscle right underneath. "Were you happy before you met me?"

He doesn't answer at first and it makes you think you've said something wrong. "I was living."

"And now?"

John caresses down your ear and runs his thumb over your lip. "And now I'm very happy to live."

"Because you found Pooch?"

He smiles, almost lovingly. "He's part of it, yes."

You scoot closer and tangle your legs with his. "Technically I found Pooch."

"How can I ever thank you?"

"Hmm." You get comfortable and trail a fingertip over the scar on his chest. "I think you said something about kissing me all night?"

It becomes obvious that you don't have to ask twice because his mouth is urgent and heated but then he suddenly starts to slow down, the kisses deeper and longer and his weight is heavy on top of you but it feels amazing and you sink into the bed.

You have to keep yourself from overthinking when his lips move over your neck and across your collarbone, not stopping there. He kisses down the middle of your tank top and back up a bare arm, his beard ticking your skin and you let out a moan when he reaches your mouth again.

"Should we stop?"

You open your eyes and look at him like he's crazy. "Are you serious right now?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, teasing and you pull him down again.

You both have swollen lips in the morning.

The next day is sunny and bright, just like your mood and you can't stop smiling. John drags you out of bed to have coffee on the beach and watch the sunrise. It couldn't be more perfect and the butterflies in your stomach just won't quit every time he kisses you, looks at you, touches you... pretty much, all the time.

For lunch you both meet Marcus and Julie for a quick bite because they have family they need to see off, but you and Julie could tell it meant a lot to the guys. When she goes to the restroom you join her and then accidentally get stuck at the bar so they can have some time alone to catch up. Julie is still glowing and you ask a ton of questions about how she and Marcus met, how he proposed, and tried to hint around if she knew about his job but she never mentions that her new husband being an assassin so you don't bring it up either.

The drive home is long and you fall asleep. When you get into town you stir awake and John teases about keeping you up too late. You apologize profusely for leaving him to drive all that way without anyone to talk with but John just gives you small, slow kisses at a red light.

When he turns into your apartment complex you're not too sure what to do. You don't want the day to end just yet. Anticipation starts to build when John parks the car instead of just pulling up to the main door. He seems nervous too, or at least thinking about something important.

You slowly unbuckle your seatbelt and awkwardly clear your throat. "So um…"

"Do you work tomorrow?" John asks.

"Yeah, I have the midday shift. I have to be there at eleven. What about you?"

"Nothing's come up, but you never know."

"Right." You look anywhere but John's eyes. "So uh… do you want to come up for awhile?"

John tilts his head and grabs your hand. "Wouldn't this be about time you need some space?"

He's absolutely right and a part of the reason you fell asleep in the car. Being with John is exhausting. It's fun and exciting and there's no one you'd rather be around but… being around him also makes you nervous, flustered, and the constant tingles in your stomach makes you tired. Your body is on an emotional rollercoaster, but it seems only to be going higher and higher, and some time away from John might make it come down a little.

"No, I'm fine." You lie.

John's searching your face for a sign that you're actually okay and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "Can I spend the night?"

A whole night? You were prepared for a few hours but an entire night is different. You also can't resist him either, especially with that hopeful expression on his handsome face.

"I was going to prep for my classes and look through my books." You tell him, not knowing what he would do while you're busy. "I could cook us some pasta for dinner?"

"That sounds great."

"Really?" You start to smile, the idea of spending extra time with him becoming more and more welcoming. You're surprised that he doesn't want to be alone or that he's not sick of you yet, so you give him one last out. "Don't you have to get Pooch?"

John bites his lip. "I kinda told Cassey's dad I'd be home tomorrow."

That makes you laugh. "Did you have big plans for tonight, Mr. Wick?"

"I was… hoping."

You give him a quick kiss and get out of the car, your body a bundle of nerves. Is your place a mess? What's he going to do all evening? He really wants to spend another night together? Does he not remember how small your apartment is?

It takes only one trip with all of your bags to get upstairs and John just brings his small leather duffle, keeping his suit in the trunk. Questions are still flowing through your mind when you unlock the door and put all of your stuff on the bed. John seems comfortable enough and gets himself situated, taking off his jacket and shoes, putting his things in a corner of your bedroom.

"Hey, you know what I just realized?" You ask, starting up your computer at the kitchen table.

"What's that?"

"I didn't see you with a gun once this weekend. Did you not bring one?"

John lifts the back of his shirt and out comes a small pistol. Then he puts his foot on the coffee table and takes out a knife from a holster around his ankle.

"Oh. Never mind." You feel stupid and wonder what kind of trouble John thought he'd run into at a wedding.

"It's just a habit." He tells you, giving you a quick kiss. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

You shake your head and sit down. "No. The opposite actually. What if I wanted to learn how to use one someday?"

John takes a seat too and you suddenly realize that you love this. You love having him here. Nothing to do, no one else to talk to, nowhere to go… it's nice. The thought makes you relax a little. Maybe you don't need much space from him.

"I could teach you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if that's something you wanted."

It's an idea to think about. At least you'd be able to learn about something John uses a lot. "I guess we'll have to see. Do you want to watch TV or something while I look at my classes? Then we can make dinner if you want."

"Yeah. Don't worry about me, okay?" He stands up and leans over to kiss you again. "Do your thing. I'm just happy to be with you."

A lump forms at the back of your throat and you try to swallow it down. You can't say anything so you just smile and kiss him back. It still amazes you how he can make you so emotional with just a few words. You've never experienced such an extreme amount of happiness enough to make you want to cry.

John moves to the couch and you get to making a schedule of your classes only for him to come back into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"What's this?" He's holding the book you ordered a few days ago that you left on the coffee table.

"Um." You cross your arms and try to shrink into the chair. "I bought it for you but then I thought you probably wouldn't want it so I never gave it to you."

It's a Complete Guide to Pitbulls book and John is staring at it, holding it like it's the most precious thing he's ever seen. You don't think many people go out of their way for John because he leans over you again, dark hair falling in his eyes and kisses you breathless. He tastes so incredible and all you want to do is get closer to him. His fingers press at your throat as his tongue slips next to yours and thank goodness you're sitting down. You move your hands to his beard and catch him when he pulls away, wanting every kiss he's willing to give right now.

"I'm sorry for distracting you." He says, when you finally let him go.

"I like your distractions." You think back to the Continental when you were with John at the hotel. You were so scared to distract him, but you realize that maybe you didn't at all now that you're on the other side of it. It's comforting that he's here and you think maybe he felt the same way.

He kisses you and gazes at the book again.

"What's a girl have to do for you to look at me like that?" You laugh and John just gives you a sweet smile before heading to the couch.

Now being able to focus, you get done with school prep quickly and check your email if there's anything from work, but nothing important that can't wait. Not like the gorgeous man sitting in your living room.

You curl up on the sofa next to him and lean on his shoulder. Whatever's in the book is intriguing to him and you peek at the pages but just see pictures of a dog that looks like Pooch. He flips the book shut though and you ask if he's hungry.

He looks at your mouth. "Yes."

Someone's phone beeps and it's John's so you get up to start dinner. When he doesn't follow you ask if everything's okay.

Instead of answering you hear your phone buzz and look at John quizzingly before checking it.

There are five pictures from the wedding. Two of them are you and John dancing, one of you staring at John as he's looking at something in the distance, another one of John smelling your hair as you're laughing and the last is of John, Libby, Nana and you in a group shot.

"Marcus says hi."

"Hi." You tell your phone weakly. John is silent too, still looking at his screen.

You finally blink and put your phone down on the table. Actually being able to see yourself with John… it makes it more real somehow. It makes you scared to lose him, realizing how integrated he is in your life, but you force the thought away. You're not letting the doubt overcome you now. You just want to enjoy the moment.

"That was nice of Marcus to send you those."

John walks into the kitchen and pulls you into a hug. "Yeah. It was."

"You okay?"

He nods and caresses down your shoulders and up your back. "Yeah. I just like having you in my arms. I love touching your skin. Can't get enough."

You tilt your chin and hint for a kiss, which he gladly gives. It's about time for him to get hungry though so you ask if he can make a salad while you get the pasta and sauce. Having him with you to help cook dinner is a lot more fun with flirting and kissing every few minutes and you have to take a second to relish in the moment.

John Wick making dinner with you. Life is really fucking good right now.

The food is done quickly and you're both tired after the long weekend so the bed is calling soon after you're done eating. Both of you wash up and get dressed in pajamas, getting comfortable on the bed.

You cuddle up to him and he settles back into the pillows, wrapping an arm around you. "So…"

Uh oh.

"Yes?" You urge him to continue.

"We went to the wedding together."

"Yes?" You're not sure where he's going with this.

"We came back together."

"Yes?"

"So that would mean…. That we're together?"

You think about it for a second. "Yes."

A pleased smile forms on John's lips. "Okay."

"Are you happy?" You ask him.

"You... " He starts slowly and holds your hand. "You make me want to be a better man. I'm very happy."

There's that prick at the back of your throat again. Hopefully soon you'll get used to him talking like this. You take a deep breath and turn off all the lights. "Can you do one thing for me?"

"What's that?"

You hesitate but you also really want to do this for him. And yourself. "Take off your shirt and pants, keep on the boxers and don't get any ideas."

It's too dark to tell if John is surprised or not but after a few seconds, he does what you want.

"Can you be the small spoon for a while?" You ask him. Quietly, you're slipping out of your tank top and shorts leaving on just your panties.

You press your bare chest up against his naked back and wrap your arms around his waist.

He whimpers, tangling his legs with yours and grabs at your hands, your fingers stroking through his happy trail.

"This okay?" You ask, not knowing if it's too much.

John exhales loudly, almost shuddering against your body. "Yeah. Thank you."

"Don't thank me, John. You make me happy to be living too." You've certainly come a long way from when you first met him. Sitting up a little, you lean over so you can give him a kiss and then lay back down behind him. You wish you could see his face but you move your hand over his heart and the quick beats are enough for you to finally trust that he is very happy indeed.

TBC